I prize the skies and the freedom from family. I look to the dawn with wonder as to how can it be so fresh on a daily basis. The answer: it never had a mother like my own. What a filthy curd of a woman.
I am blindfolded so as not to see the past too clearly. It hurts me so.
The future is a radiance of a secret nature lest it gets stolen as before. The monsters are closing in but I have a trick, sabotage. Via honesty. Destroy their heartstrings the way they destroyed mine.
In some ways I curse the day! But what can I do but live it. Every morning a fresh breeze awakens and clears away the cobwebs of yesteryear.
I divine my way on a snake path, the only path available. Meanwhile the gods are nearby, my new found friends, powerful with a vested interest. Able to see and think what I could not imagine. Including a path through this dark wood.
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