I cannot let go.
I pull and I tug,
Phantom energy spent in vain
to release myself from this finger trap, this catch...
Twenty to three, I get pulled back in.
He can't hold on.
He stumbles senselessly over faux emotion,
Grasping...? No, he sees not.
His life, detached from pain-
but also from love...
You cannot stop yourself.
There is no way to end this...
No way to start this.
You pull and you tug, but you should have realized-
Angels and demons share the same skin.
In a list
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not bad
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Sheesh.
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*shrugs* That's life, right?
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