I did love.
I do Loves.
Free will is an illusion.
I follow the story of my life with great interest.
A book of unknown origins.
Flipping the pages full of sand and dirt.
Unbeknownst by anyone.
A Tale draws forth, form the rust of it's pages.
An interesting tale for sure.
But What is this?
This tale of old gods and old emotions?
Strikes a string, it's note rings true.
Doth resonate, with an ancient melody.
A tale springs forth, from the edges of my book.
And I say to myself.
"these are tiring times, indeed."
This tale I will follow.
With great interest,
ever hollow.
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