i am lost in a sea of fear. could you calm the storm? would you try, or would you stare from your island and scream, "save yourself, useless swine!" suppose i were a mime, and in my world i am really trapped. would you stare and laugh, saying, "just break the glass of your imagination, you fool!" suppose i were to cry. would you simply say, "stop being ugly, you weakened snail!" suppose i were to say that i am tired of being strong. suppose i simply want someone to care about me for who i truly am: a lost traveler unlike yourself -- softened by time's translucent mock. open your eyes. see me. don't be afraid. it's the real me. i am afraid, and i am slowly dying.
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