today is the day that started it all when two years ago the dice were cast and I refused to play so afraid of making a mistake that I forgot the purpose of the game itself fearing there would be no fun in being forced to play that was the time when blue skies became another name for pain when crystalline eyes turned into knives and cut wounds through the invisible that was the day that changed it everything and nothing that made me lose so much by watching; unable to compete by unknown rules wishing that someday the time would be right incomplete... as every other thoughtBirth sign: Capricorn
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