That icy hand reaches again. And it hits the target. Bullseye. Bullseye......
I am once more broken. I am once more thrown wide-eyed and desperate into the cold world. Cant trust some people. And some, i can trust after all. But in the end, only up to myself entirely. Only me to accept responsibility for my actions and fate. I have no time to question my fate, it seems. Time exists only for me to attempt climbing up and healing myself. And my flaws. Will. Be. the end of me.
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