Nothing can stay as long as you need it. We burn at both ends, painful and finite. Can you forgive a Sun that never learned to shine? Hang your head low, under a future you’ll never live up to. Instead it will haunt you. Can you forgive a son that never learned to shine?
When we are gone, not a voice disturbs the water or a breeze on a silent coast. I’ll wear this noose. I’ll bear this vice. I’ll carry this weight for the rest of my life. I want to be buried. I want to be forgotten.
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