What did they think of when I was conceived within her lotus flower?
Did they invisioned me as who I am now?
My beloved nearly-withered bouquet of blue roses...
I am nearly consumed by the desire.
Fallen deep into the endless sea.
"You have reverted back."
"Welcome home, finally."
"Amidst the demeanor you have, you are still pretty much the same."
"I feel like breaking."
"A slight touch, painful."
"Fragile, helpless. Bound to the tainted earth."
"Which one is the truth?"
"Which are the lies?"
"I don't know myself."
"I honestly don't know."
"Please let go of me."
The touch of my own cold fingers is cracking the glass wall.
Maybe someday, I will be able to break through it.
And the merciless white room shall be painted with dreams.
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