What am I to you,
This endless loop of,
Running round,
Playing pretend,
King of the hill,
But it's so sad,
You don't realize,
Your castle's made of sand,
Does the saltwater hurt,
When they touch your wounds,
As you continue to,
Bleed yourself dry,
Of the lies,
You feed yourself,
To keep alive?
~Rei Shiori
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