Cycle
The damage starts again.
Irreversible, but I’m not scared.
Like a book that has magic.
It’s in my head, I tried not to look.
I’m always learning weird things.
It’s dormant.
It’s continuous.
The cycle is.
Learning new secrets and spells.
Finding new ways.
To ruin everything.
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