Would you rather die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself become the villain?
The iron grip of human, the spiraling stench of reality,
I'm not certain whose story this is anymore,
For the lines are blurred.
I know no longer whose role my inner voice is willing.
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To risk my soul, rescuing from whom my heart thought was a curse, only to know I've cursed a blessing for someone else.
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