Mortal Infinity By @miyasmind
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I am observing. Silently watching how we betrayed the stars.

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Mortal Infinity By @miyasmind

I am observing.

I am observing. Silently watching how we betrayed the stars.

I am reminiscing.

I am reminiscing. Dwelling on the times they shined oh so brightly down at us.

And I am remembering.

And I am remembering. Appreciating that they made sure we always saw them.

And I am regretting.

And I am regretting. Feeling haunted by the seemingly never dissipating guilt.

Savety.

Savety. Comfort.

Savety. Comfort. Loyalty.

Savety. Comfort. Loyalty. Refuge.

This is what they gave us. It's "give and take," right? Though we misunderstood. Or simply just made our own interpretation of the term.

This is what they gave us. It's "give and take," right? Though we misunderstood. Or simply just made our own interpretation of the term. What we gave - is our limited admiration.

This is what they gave us. It's "give and take," right? Though we misunderstood. Or simply just made our own interpretation of the term. What we gave - is our limited admiration. What we took - is them for granted.

This is what they gave us. It's "give and take," right? Though we misunderstood. Or simply just made our own interpretation of the term. What we gave - is our limited admiration. What we took - is them for granted. For good.

During my observation, I watched as every single one of us turned their heel on them.

During my observation, I watched as every single one of us turned their heel on them. We turned on the city lights during nighttime. We digged our own grave by exposing ourselves at the time we felt most comfortable at.

During my observation, I watched as every single one of us turned their heel on them. We turned on the city lights during nighttime. We digged our own grave by exposing ourselves at the time we felt most comfortable at. Felt.

While reminiscing, I dwelled on the times the repercussions of our actions hadn't turned into a cruel, agonizing, nerve-wracking reminder of our failures.

While reminiscing, I dwelled on the times the repercussions of our actions hadn't turned into a cruel, agonizing, nerve-wracking reminder of our failures. The peaceful hours that enabled us to escape reality became a stage that pushed us right into the inconvenient spotlight. What if we never even turned it off during the day?

While reminiscing, I dwelled on the times the repercussions of our actions hadn't turned into a cruel, agonizing, nerve-wracking reminder of our failures. The peaceful hours that enabled us to escape reality became a stage that pushed us right into the inconvenient spotlight. What if we never even turned it off during the day? Never.

As I remember, the memory that as kids, we were told that "not all that glitters is gold" reoccurs.

As I remember, the memory that as kids, we were told that "not all that glitters is gold" reoccurs. But those were the stars, powerful creations that are not comparable to something as whimsical as gold.

As I remember, the memory that as kids, we were told that "not all that glitters is gold" reoccurs. But those were the stars, powerful creations that are not comparable to something as whimsical as gold. Not for comparison.

I sincerely regret falling for this maneuver that brought us to this point of humiliation, followed by guilt.

I sincerely regret falling for this maneuver that brought us to this point of humiliation, followed by guilt. Our preposterous, anomalous desire to always find something better when we've already found something great is responsible for the bile stuck in our throats.

I sincerely regret falling for this maneuver that brought us to this point of humiliation, followed by guilt. Our preposterous, anomalous desire to always find something better when we've already found something great is responsible for the bile stuck in our throats. Exposed.

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