I prefer death, rather then the continued degradation of this container. I've carved myself to be the best I can, I climbed apon the shoulders of giants and they have showed me the world. I became broken as a child as the love was ripped from my heart and cast adrift in pain. I fixed myself and chose the only path I could. The path that bent and curved across so many others, because it a path you need to be more. A better person with every step, to be cut and in pain with every step, to help anyone while the pain flows. Its become all that I am. All I am is a man in a broken body, on a dying world, pushing against time as I hope to uncover any scrap of more information to the workings of all. I've been going downhill since I was a boy, knowing I'd either take this world kicking and screaming into a new age. Its obvious because all that I am has been working and trying to understand all I could so I could bend and shape people into something better, healthier, smarter.
Now is the end of this container. I've ran, tried to ease my sorrow, but its all a distraction. I cry when I think of my own end because no matter what I do, this container is not enough to hold.... Whatever I am supposed to be. To the travelers and grey, I say come and get a conqueror, trapped in a container. I don't like to waste, and the idea of this container holding myself even after I pass is something I'm very paranoid about, so I plan on ending in fire.
To be free, I'll give all my blood, all my mind, all my memories, all what I can do.
Submitted June 11, 2019 at 07:54PM by windirtime http://bit.ly/2X6oa1m
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