A figure in the darkness.

Walking down the street in a lonely city, the city's corruption becoming more visible at every glance. Why does this happen?

Does this world not know of its own destruction? Why do the people we trust betray us? The answer is what we seek but are we asking for the right answers or are we just listening to the wrong questions?

Only by chance do we see this world's beauty. It's figure in the darkness. For every murder there is two births, for every birth there is another. But you still ask yourself why? Why am I here? Am I truly important in this crowded world? How do I see this worlds figure in the darkness?

The answer? You don't. For without a clean mirror you're looking at the wrong figure in the darkness of this corrupted world.

Thank you.

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[theseventhaxle]

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I see. That is what you mean.
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It makes so much sense.
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When I understood this, I had this playing in my head.

[theseventhaxle]

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I see. That is what you mean.
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When I understood this, this was playing in my head. Appropriate, don't you think?