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i feel like letting go.

yet i'm too deep in. the loss would be too great.

崩溃. that wouldn't be too surprising, won't it? i'm already teetering on the edge. i won't be surprised if i fall. may the fall break me, hard. i'm not going to stop myself from falling anymore. i'll just leave it up to God. will i fall or stand?

i don't care what anyone thinks anymore. you can hate me. you can like me. do i care? i don't even know myself anymore. sigh. see what happens when you play with fire? you burn yourself beyond recognition. just a blackened corpse. nothing left behind except for maybe a glass bottle containing pink crystals. even the rose has withered away. what is left behind? maybe shattered dreams.

shards of broken glass. that prick and bleed the feet of those who try to pick through the debris.

that's what happens when dreams and reality meet and mix. no one, nothing can prevent the destruction. of life, of dreams?

like a songbird with a slit throat, lying unwanted on the littered street, blood staining fabric.

when pain is dulled and spirits crushed. then, would the flower bloom again, pure and white, symbol of hope and innocence, lifting spirits, building dreams.

but nothing can restore that song again.