raxeira [on hold]

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"did i ever tell you of the story of atlas? he bore the world's weight on his shoulders; it was too much for him to bear but there was no support for him, no pillar of strength for him to lean on. he had to endure it; was there any other way? a tragic life, painted three time: born with bad luck, raised with bad luck, made of bad luck. what fate makes us mere mortals to be. i see him in you; you are the reincarnation of his legend. his toxic ichor runs in your blood, his echo in your breath. but let me trace your heartlines; let me hold part of the pain for you. 

you have a timeless story not even a muse can tell." 

-

"funny you should say that. because your eye sockets embrace broken orbs, sheets of shattered glass. you've pushed yourself past mortal boundaries but became anything but immortal. if anything, you are the broken muse with the broken voice; the girl who chased after so many stories that her own story became nothing. 

if anything, your stories have ruined you. " 

-- 

the truth.