Who can tell why people play the game they play? And who can foretell why the future is delayed? Just as time is a law to govern humans, love has become an emotional tool, used to manipulate and enslave those who truly live its definition.

It seems the world needs divination because I see no other explanation for this destination. I fear words do not elucidate my thoughts, but who would have thought I would need words when all I've always imagined is a world free of thoughts? Sounds have become a hiding place, and words have become a guide to the paths I can not trace.

I sat for so long in a hut of hurts; its doors were the past, and its locks were memories. Now I know seasons come with reasons; words have become the key that helps set me free with reasons so I can live past the seasons.
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