It's beautiful. The most beautiful thing I've ever heard. And every melodic syllable, every perfect utterance, every emotional outcry, cuts me a little deeper. It's the perfect cut, the perfect pain. There's no blood, there's no scar, but it burns anyway.
I wonder if the voice is inside me. I wander the streets, searching for answers and searching for silence, but it's still there. I close my doors, and it taps at my window. It wills me to let it in.
Fighting it is futile. But I fight it anyway. I fight it because it's all I know. I try to find an emotion I
can't deny, and then deny it anyway.
Emotion. She only lets me down. Emotion has no place here. I know every part of the game, and want no part in it. I want to play to my own rules.
I know the dice are loaded, but I try to play anyway.
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