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The LeaveSadness was all that was left in her eyes.
--She had once made a promise to someone, and now it's the time to keep it.
Like she had promised, she must leave this place, right now.
Like she had promised, she must take everything with her whiteness, icy-sharpness and woollen blankets.
Like she had promised, she must not come back, until she is called upon once more.
Whether she will be remembered or forgotten, she must go, fly away and disappear into the distance. Like she had promised.
Gazing into the world, into towns and villages, cities and farmlands, skies and oceans, she quietly smiled. Everyone is busy rejoicing his return. The fact that she must be sacrificed for his arrival is ignored. Forgotten. Lost.
She knew she can never be compared with him.
He's too perfect in every way, especially with his charming colour magic. He had turned things yellow into green, white into rainbow, and dark into light. In fact, he is perfection. No doubt that everyone adores him. He's always
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
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