Look into my eyes, these eyses that have seen so much; read their story.
What do you see?
Look deeper
See that ring of vibrant color, my anger, my insanity, all swirling down to
a deep black hole of neverending darkness;
my death, my ending that I yearn for so much.
The circle so small now, so meaningless, unnoticed
But as my life slowly starts to fade away, the darkness will become clearer
and I won't be afraid
The circle will expand, overflooding to block out that ring of chaos and
despair
That ring that for so many years has been mistaken as a sign of rich vibrant
life, but in reality was a cycle of neverending torment, a symbol of one
person's world crashing down.
Now can you see?
This is my story, my future
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