My heart is heavy with the lives I couldn't live
And my soul is empty for the hearts that never lived
Why?
I am cursed,
By the life I couldn't live.
Cursed by the universe
That exists in minds,
Cursed by the people,
That are ink on paper.
Cursed by the world,
That is a fragment someone's imagination.
Cursed to be homesick,
For a home that never was.
Cursed to be hurt,
By emotions that were never felt.
I am cursed to survive in this world,
While my soul lives in stories.
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