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THE BARREL OF DARKNESS

The sun is not rising. My desolation is born. The moon does not shine through the darkness. A pair of green eyes shine in my darkness and burn my heart to ashes. I didn't know love was so painful before I met you. Tell me, will the sun rise for both of us one day? Will the sun rise in both of us one day? Tell me, who am I? Am I the victim? Or am I the murderer? The sun is not rising, Soldier. And I'm afraid of the dark. But I promise you that one day I will pierce this darkness with the burning bodies of those who destroyed me. The sun will not rise, doomsday will come. I will still look for you everywhere. Because there is only one truth in my heart. Even if I can never see the sun, I will never give up on you.

burmeser · Fantasia
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An Open Wound

If you give a band-aid to a child whose hands are bleeding, that child will play with that band-aid instead of covering the wound. Time passes, the child forgets that his hand is bleeding. The blood on his hand dries up, the wound is closed. But an inevitable scar remains. When the child grows up, he asks himself why he did not take care of this wound in time. I was a child, he says later. It means that we didn't care much about the wounds we received as a child, but when we grow up, the scars left behind are more painful than an open wound.

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