They are my friends. They hate me. But hate does not last. Hate is ephemeral. Hate is just another word for love. They forgive me. They forgive. I return from whence I came. I am no longer haunted. No longer alone. I still dream of that clifftop, that sky, that rain... but I am no longer afraid of falling. I still jump. But I jump into the future. I jump with a smile. I know. I am of the five. We are the closed circle. We are immortal. This is not the end. |
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