so much intent.
so little remorse.
did you forget how it feels?
the fealing is fucking real!
i can never forget the way it felt.
you remind me so much of my self.
to break the chain you must forge the hammer yourself.
the deck at hand held out on us, oh well.
we take the greatest thing and hold them high, they shine.
or the abuse consumes us, character shrinks. souls: they die