My life is a tether broken by my hand.
Streached and pulled until the last strand.

Strings broken once cannot be one again.
Force and insistence are not something to gain.

Love , guilt, hate, and hunger don't differ.
It is all the same when fate doesn't interfere.

What are luck, destiny, and belief, if not hope?
Some see a peacon, while others see a dark road.

Days, weeks, and months don't matter.
But when the numbers turn to years, we flatter.

Is it okay if we don't follow a known man's path?
Fairytails with protagonists Hallow.

Change the trajectory so that fate doesn't follow.
The beginning of a new world where no darkness swallows

Dreams, imagination, and a world of wonders
Free from truth and where reality doesn't thunder.

Where it rains disbelief and no questions are answered,
Just a place to hide and surrender.

Rest in peace, tired soul.
With no pain and no deciet no more.

- SPN

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