what a curse.
to be cursed.
to know.
to see.
to hear.
but never feel.
stuck in limbo.
i would have you know what i do.
but if it were so, all that you know, would be as hated as what i do.
that feeling, never to be beheld by me.
always by those i know.
but that they themselves have no knowledge.
not an inkling.
i could fix it all.
if i were not stuck on these far away cliffs.
falling down.
falling slowly.
so all i feel is falling.
and this falling is all i know.
so when i land, i wish that you can finally see me.
as i ever saw you.
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