'Tis Me
The unbearable lightness of being.I can no longer wish to stay, nor do I desire to remain.
My choices have fallen onto infertile soil and could not flourish.
My love has withered into only the longing hatred of simple people.
I wish to no longer think, I wish to no longer exist.
This is when the Ouroboros will release his tail.
This is the final cataclysm of my being.
The only regret in life is that we could not experience what it is like to be something else.
Did Someone Say Pie?
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