Destination achieved.
Much to awareness, there was more to learn.
Youth. Formal prints. Obligations.
Pushed to commit, desire to omit.
Fun, yes. Smiles, friends, people, lots of them.
Time, energy, and intelligence, though, spent on unpromised hours.
The gates seemed to be locked for one revolution. Tired of the +, the meaningless rituals of those who claim devoted. Even the supposed unchained suns were clouded with white dusts from the dark green surfaces of those tiny rooms.
Told self it won't be long.
Pressure went on. Lies revealed. Issues conceived.
Monsters exists. Them cloaked in beauty and sunshine. Magic exists. Magic that encourages youth to go on despite lack of determination, effort, and intelligence. Hated the magic. Hate the magic. Prints changed, reluctantly. Whines, grunts, steams.
The lock rusts. It had always been. Ink used as a key to salvation, if not, freedom.
Dropped stacks, left them there, gracefully left.
Rights obtained, wings grew, angel of a different direction. Not hell, not heaven.
The world is full of lies. How sure are you that you were never used with such magic?
Much to awareness, there was more to learn.
Youth. Formal prints. Obligations.
Pushed to commit, desire to omit.
Fun, yes. Smiles, friends, people, lots of them.
Time, energy, and intelligence, though, spent on unpromised hours.
The gates seemed to be locked for one revolution. Tired of the +, the meaningless rituals of those who claim devoted. Even the supposed unchained suns were clouded with white dusts from the dark green surfaces of those tiny rooms.
Told self it won't be long.
Pressure went on. Lies revealed. Issues conceived.
Monsters exists. Them cloaked in beauty and sunshine. Magic exists. Magic that encourages youth to go on despite lack of determination, effort, and intelligence. Hated the magic. Hate the magic. Prints changed, reluctantly. Whines, grunts, steams.
The lock rusts. It had always been. Ink used as a key to salvation, if not, freedom.
Dropped stacks, left them there, gracefully left.
Rights obtained, wings grew, angel of a different direction. Not hell, not heaven.
The world is full of lies. How sure are you that you were never used with such magic?
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