Michael
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Rotting, I still look for you. I still feel what you feel deeply. The wizard in me wants to make it all better, the realist knows there is no world left that exists where I get what I desire. The optimist in me thinks we can save them. But who came for me? Who was there when we fell all those times. They were all perfectly content to let us die out there time and time again. And, the fact that youre still here reminds them of how they failed me. And many times I have failed my myself. I don't want to fail myself anymore. There isn't enough time left for failure.
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