Dear Universe

I am free, and half alive. How does the grass fade so quickly? And why is it we miss our misery as much as our laughter?

I re-read the lines between our minds and I still can’t figure out what happened to the princess in the end. We should have kept it simple and obsolete. Written words to stimulate our hearts. It is all but drowned in muddy water, now.

The happiness has not escaped me, but hides herself well within my reach. A token to obtain it in hopes of permanance and justice. The bleeding stops when these wings ceace to crash down in bitter haste. I should thank you for the torture and the kindness.

You pace my blessings well.

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