You see.... For all your wanting and needing, you still stand empty in the dawn. It was always there? You just feared it so much, it slipped you by....
True, some failed you....
Yet others were true, but you chose to believe her lies....
And whose fault is that?
By treading through falsehoods you at last made them real. By coming up short, you proved it to be true.... broken and lost you moved, or didn't it seems.
But it waits, oh how it waits....
Take it, it's yours.
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