A dream or a nightmare?
When I was young, my parents always say
"eat lots of vegetables to have a healthy mind."
I followed them. But why do everyone stops me from what I want to do?
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A Target.
Caliginous places where beasts describes it as home. To worlds of dark, where arrows rain and hit their mark. They'll turn our heads, souls and so as our hearts.
Where eyes are the answers.
There is so much history in everyone's eyes and the way we say their names. To understand them, you have to do more than the sum of their footsteps.
As it moves.
The beast treats us as their fodder. You are under them, that urge of escaping and to be free. There is a current that runs between those two. Like an electric charge on the verge of erupting into a perfect storm.
Innocence.
My soul, corrupted by hatred and pain.
The surge of longing, to set the beast free. I can't.
Torment.
But if they'll force the beast. They may not endure the agony that they'll face, like the river styx.
Seventh.
The beast can target anyone, especially the one the looks strongest. They'll remove your existence slowly but surely.
Sky high.
To remove the beast within. You have to wake up and go home. Leave everything.
End.
Though, I made the wrong decision.
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Don't worry the beast hates friendship and love as long as you have your friends and family. You're safe.
-Permadistry.
