A blade of sunshine slicing through our humble game. I don't dare overstep what has been created, the outcomes of such foolishness is already known.
I always live in fear of having no control. The common notion of a lack of control of one's life reflecting failure is absurd. If you are deemed worthy only of victory is that not comparable?
What has become of me, of us, of this situation. The perpetual adolescence of our lives is harrowing yet utterly incandescent, such beauty staves off change. I do it for you, precious angel, too pure for this world. Take heed, earthly temptations of the flesh only sour the external and impure creatures are loathe to look skyward. Fly, fly from this place! Knowing the greatest feats of humanity were accomplished for angelic souls like you.
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