I stand here, among the swaths of emotions that roll through the land.
I pick them up by no choice of my own, and they soak into my being.
I writhe and wane under the intense light, fires from the furnaces of hell.
Here I stand, I stand here, cursed to be alive yet slowly dying.
I stand here, here I stand, cursed to feel the emotions of others, yet unable to create any of my own.
My barren earth, my invisible trees, oceans, skies, fade into the endless turmoils of dreams yet to be dreamt and forgotten. I stand on the threshold of life dead, and on the brink of creation itself, hanging my head, hoping for no more.
I stand here, Here I stand.
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If someone does see this, be careful, your eyes will burn afterwards. Mwahahahaha.
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