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Epilogue
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Things that spin seem to be beautiful. Things like ballerinas, skaters, and rainbow-colored umbrellas on rainy days. They’re so lithe, svelte in a way only things with purpose could coordinate. Perhaps it’s my heart that has no trace of the beauty I see in this world of individual wonders. It should go without saying, but every time I can't see you, the silence that engulfs those around me rivals solar storms in their magnitudes- brutally killing me, beginning to gouge the depths of my heart. My brain is dominated by the idea of wanting to be beautiful and crueler than others. Strange, I don't like being hated either. That's why I desire to worship.
I pray that the day will arrive when I can take control without the sin of being abhorred. I cover my opaque charred heart with the disguise that is my entirety. It fills my hollowness, and a sinister tendril of feeling crawls down my throat with the purpose of suffocating me, staining the beautiful heart that I can't find, bending my beliefs, distorting my thoughts, and fabricating the reality that surrounds me.
I pray that the day will arrive when I can take control without the sin of being abhorred. I cover my opaque charred heart with the disguise that is my entirety. It fills my hollowness, and a sinister tendril of feeling crawls down my throat with the purpose of suffocating me, staining the beautiful heart that I can't find, bending my beliefs, distorting my thoughts, and fabricating the reality that surrounds me.
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