Growth of the Unsolved

So much time has passed with questions unanswered. Fuck it, let them remain a mystery. I use to fear the the truth of my own mistakes. Now I embrace it with open arms. For I made this bed to lay in it. So I harvest the chaos to create smooth peace. Handcrafted my own disasters and cradled the damages. Walked in the shoes of a tyrant with no regards. Now, I walk barefoot through a murky path, feeling every step on the way to redemption.

And one day, I’ll become what I should’ve been all along. For now, I’ll remain the enigma you see.

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