"...For so long I've been alone. For so long I have yet to figure out the meaning of my existence." "Why? Is there something wrong with me?" "I crave...deep down I crave the freedom of self discovery." "All... All I want is for people to like me!" "I just don't want to be alone. Surely what I was before couldn't have been that terrible..right?" "I don't get it sometimes...the comfort of my father. A god looking down upon...something like me? I cannot be worth his attention.." "My father once compared to me to a rose. It has it's thorns but at the end of the day it is a beautiful part of the world's beauty and that it shall bloom. When will I bloom? WHEN?" "...What am I truly? ...How was I created? WHEN was I created? I don't get it, I DON'T!" "I just...want to be understood..please..." [...] [But there is nothing more to say.] [Nothing left but the silence of a mere child.] [Alas, it's time to forget it all and dream sweet dreams.] [What is your definition of beauty, anyway?] [Who, what, when, how, why.] [You asked yourself this many times, Emari.] [You've only told few, very few. Will you ever tell everybody else? Or are you keep going to be afraid?] [Don't be afraid, it's only pain.] [You can't hide from yourself after all.] [In the end, there is only us. Only YOU.] - Aol Jvumsblujl
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