A poem in my heart was inane I couldn't look for a meaning
When I look back, nothing was left behind there
As time passes, my song will fade, like a flower
My withered song that shouldn't still be echoing.. a perishing poem
Searching for the past, it will be seperated from me
I thought I understood, yet, why does it hurt?
The sound of the ring still remaining in my ears
Nothing changed since then. How long will it echo on for me?
Even though nothing has changed, and even though
I'm looking forward more than before -- It's strange
It's gradually getting farther away, I can't reach it
This should be the same loneliness, and yet
What am I searching for? I don't know anymore.
Before I realized it, I had already taken off
Realizing my own powerlessness
When I look back, there I was completely dried up
When I'm so sad I can't stand it
Like my overflowing tears, my song tells no lies
When I'm so happy I can't speak
If I can just sing that song like my smile's poem
The violent trembling still continues
My breath is cut off, frozen in my place
As same as that time when I had nothing
I don't want to go back to those cold days
In the dreams I've had since I was young
One step at a time, still one step at a time
We support each other, laugh together
Cry and hurt each other
Let's walk together in a dream of the same color
To the one who showed me when the pain was unbearable
The one who supported my weakness and believed in me
I can only say it with awkward words, but
Until my withered voice runs out, I want to stay here
When I'm so sad I can't stand it
Like my overflowing tears
My song tells no lies
When I'm so happy I can't speak
If I can just sing that song like my smile's poem
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From as far back as I can remember, there has been this voice. It was the husky voice of a dirty man. No, I don't know his name. He whispered to me, from time to time, in a low and echoing voice from somewhere just behind my right temple. He always spoke in demands. But what he demanded wasn't always bad. No matter where I was, no matter what I was doing, whenever I'd hear his voice, I'd stop and listen. This man was fascinating. His voice has been with me for as long as my consciousness has. But then I realized... I'd been using him from the very beginning...since his voice was my own.
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I was still a High School Sophomore. It wasn't my cat, and it had no collar and it didn't look longingly in any direction, so I figured it was just a stray. I don't remember what color it was. It was soft and warm and its fur was so elastic. That's all I knew about it. It didn't have a name. I found its dead body on a street lit up by the bright sun. A stray dog must have killed it. It's blood and guts dripped down the street, black and shining and there, I guess, to feed the asphalt. The black holes where the eyes had been were deep and forever dark. By the next day, the trash would have been picked up and no trace of its death would remain. I picked it up by its thin legs. This used to be a body, lithe and flexible, that obeyed its soul's commands; now it was rigid, unresponsive...unburdened. He was born to die like this. I felt like a prophet because I just knew it all at once, and I couldn't hold back a smile. One day, I thought, I'm going to die like this.
Yeah, just like this...
