Every night, I counted those stars,
they taught me the meaning of infinity,
I talked to them and they talked to me
I sang for them so they sang for me.
I asked them once if I could chase 'em
no sign was revealed
no remarkable remark
I was dragged back by the other cult
through the endless thorns,
edgeless realms
those constrains
heavy compulsions
My ink was never meant to tell the tales of
melancholy!
But what I was seeking was never seeking me , perhaps!
The door I wanted to invade was sealed at my face.
Does perseverance really matter?
Is being firm right or life is just all about a sacrifice?!
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