It weighs me down, the scent is changing, as if I’m moving. Blue noise. Hot like popcorn, the nacho. It reads to me. I do not move with my body, but my mind feels untrained, as if my instinct is moving me all over again, yet I am aware of it. I feel wrong, like I should be cast away, but I'm not. Yellow noise. It seems to be hiding itself from cautiousness. I smell power, hate. Something feels to be in front of me. It sees me immediately; it does not want me here. Grey noise. Little did I know I was the one who did not want myself; I feel guilty. For having this knowledge, and I call myself a cheiter. To explain to me that I’m a problem that knows too much. All thoes color, I believe, are good, happy. My regret clouded my world. Then lost was I, and I at the time believed it fully. But now I made my answer. My willingness to doubt myself. Just keep going. I am my greatest enemy. Forever and four years will I know what this means? I would be a father. What matters is that I keep going. Even if I end up hating myself forever. My new winners are my children, I will always regret something… right? The biggest pandemic on earth's biology. All that is alive dies. And we get pleasure in making more to endure it with us. And false hope to keep us going. Drive. The human mind is not free, yet… Do you want a chance to own the answer, or do you want me to? I four years forever, I %100 have it in my head right now. But the suspense is killing me! StarMarked Devine. A You can taste color, it is possible… is it? My next one might be named LOVE… You have been caught! Returning to the Fish Pond. Loading… Loading.. Loading.
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