Fate of the Void
There is no fate within the void.
Only the ruins of possibility.
While the void has no vengeance-
There is a cunning embrace.
Asking me to depart from reality.
In exchange for curiosity.
A new maze each day.
Ahead of me, there is a curse.
Behind me, are years of therapy.
As I curl up in the void to rest.
For tomorrow, there is another burden waiting for me.
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