I'd rather just be dumb, I never know what’s going on, sometimes you’re old, sometimes you’re young, sometimes the people around you, know what you've done, the fae tell them it was a mistake, that you went the wrong way, and fights break out, in all sorts of places, misunderstanding breeds so much conflict, and play with magic, it will backfire, and it can burn, no one's ever really going the right way, no one is greater than the world, what causes it to turn, I'm pretty sure I've died several times, and frustration builds up, you give it to the next guy, for a lot of my life, I’ve just been running, from danger, from incorrect thinking, but I really don’t know what I’m doing, we’re all just following directions, and throughout all this there’s children, someone has to think of them, so many times, so many, I’ve failed so many, I only really hope to heal, for the world to be a better place, but maybe we’re stuck here, and the energy will continue flowing, rippling, ricocheting back and forth, if I gave in would it put it to rest, would my character allow it, the heavens don’t care, we’re doomed to live in hell.

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