Why is she a shut-in? What is the meaning of the unsettling landscapes she explores every time she falls asleep? People have been debating this for more than a decade. The girl in the room, Madotsuki, is the protagonist of cult indie game Yume Nikki, which means 'Dream Diary'.
Released by Japanese developer Kiriyama in , it was soon translated into English by a fan and can be downloaded here. Go to bed, dream, wake up. Dream again. Every time Madotsuki goes to sleep, she wakes up in an twisted version of her room. Everything looks the same, but the details are all wrong: the sky outside is an unnatural color, an eye blinks from the TV screen, and the door can now be opened. Behind the door, other doors; a dozen of them, each leading to a different dreamy landscape.
A forest made of neon lights. A snowfield. An abstract world of numbers and geometric shapes. A vast nothingness dotted with human remains. Those initial vast, looping maps have their own doors and passages that lead you to deeper, weirder panoramas, forming a vast interconnected space of dreams within dreams. Human characters are scarce and deformed, like the monochrome pianist living in a spaceship or the green-skinned guy lying dead in the middle of a street. There is no way to interact with them apart from violence, no way to have a dialogue or a moment of human contact.
In her dreams, Madotsuki is always alone. Acts of aggression are possible thanks to the Knife, one of the many 'Effects' Madotsuki can find while exploring. There are 24 of them, hidden in nooks and crannies, and collecting them all is necessary to unlock the ending. Some Effects are useful: a bicycle to move more quickly, a hand that lets you return to the starting area, an umbrella that summons rain. Most are useless, though, like the one that makes Madotsuki blonde or the one that deletes her face.
The Knife, the only Effect you can use to confront your nightmares, ends up being the most worthless of them all. It can't be used to attack the aggressive monsters that force Madotsuki to wake up: she can only butcher the innocents, and the coins they drop are just worthless, grim mementos of her rage. Madotsuki can't level up, buy equipment or spend her money—Yume Nikki is a game without a true 'gameplay loop,' with no real reason to wander apart from curiosity. It was a walking simulator before walking simulators were a thing, and it felt lonely and mysterious in a time when the internet was just starting to feel crowded.
In an era that predated the overwhelming influence of Youtubers, Yume Nikki became famous thanks to the weird, memetic nature of its imagery. Where can you find the monochrome girl with an arm sprouting from her head? How do you board the spaceship that crashes on Mars, where a forgotten one-eyed monster cries underground? And how can you meet Uboa , the deformed, screaming face that has become its most well-known character? What kept the community together after more than a decade are the countless fan theories that try to explain all the weirdness found in the game.
And in dreams, everything has a meaning. Some people theorize Madotsuki has been bullied. A Faint Light. Faint light shines, So pure yet so dim, Calling from within. Smoke and mirrors, A facade for my true self, Still so small and preoccupied, With the minutia of daily life. I am a Survivor. I am a survivor At least I am for now The fear of being consumed By that wretched death For a second time Makes my hands tremble.
Citheronia Regalis. It was him who found me. The giant with the calloused palms I was simply a form Clumsy in my gargantuan new body Horns piercing from my back;. Over the hills and through the trees. The feelings I feel to finally be free. Through the swamp and the creek. It feels as if I've fallen asleep. Growing Pains. Broken Pieces. Dear Itzmir, We started out as friends, then we became more than what we started out as. Our relationship was texts that went on all night, we would be on the phone for.
Reflecting Darkness. Of all the people I tried to understand the most. The man in the mirror was the hardest to read. Although, I know it is me, but it isn't who I see. He's making the same movements, thinking the same thoughts So to say, your words clatter like thunderSpellbound, my thoughts cannot gatherSwept up in the cresting tideDisplaced by another of likemind. Bus People. And all. Knife carving into the soft squishy flesh; blood dribbling off the plate. Letting out a faint subtle sigh, admiring his handiwork. The Old Guitarist. The cold whirled into the room, The breeze freezing the poor mans toes.
A sigh rattles in his chest, His fingers strum the strings of his guitar. Star Dust. I watched the light fade from her eyes. She left this world as but a whisper in the wind; being forgotten in an instant. The cosmos opened up to her and welcomed her home,. Everyone told me to work. Everyone told me to work hard. So I did. The past blended into the present into the future.
It was once rough to the touch, like a potato sack. Now it's faded, a green-gray expanse of old sunbeams and bitter stains.
Change The World Little Girl. It's Snowing In The Forest. Change is Good. Waking up on Saturday mornings for the sole purpose of hearing Elmo squeak about something new on Sesame Street, has long been overruled by new responsibilities. Things I Hate. Training Wheels. I was willing to risk it all, Yet you left me to fall Into the abyss of doubt and wonder,. Spaced Out. In a sea of stars, My head was a constellation of chaos And mindless insecurity. In my universe, There was no lack of striking entities.
You were so down to earth, I was up in the sky. Near Existing. Even after years of salvation, I am stained with chains and marks of a past life full of time well served. Even after sufficient treatment, I can still feel the burns. Societal Sky. I grew up seeing the world as something beautiful The crystal blue sky And the warm bright yellow sun. Yellow Acrobat. When I was 6, I was told to wear my scariest costume for Halloween day at school And for once, my parents wanted to spoil me, So while everyone at school became witches or skeletons or furries.
Today is frozen in blue and white we live to stall upon a blank page This picture, now a photograph In black and white. When I Returned Beer, Sweat, and Weed. How to get through the bad year. We sat togetherfingers intertwinedlegs swinging overthe ledge,the edge of abyss of bliss? Culture Told in Halves. Meeting Eye to Eye. They sit by the window watching the snowflakes land on the large pile which was once luscious, green grass.
The Monarch Butterfly. Blinded by the darkness of my own cocoon, the shades of immaturity and impulsiveness cloud my mind. Unable to see past the shell of adolescent struggles,. Status: Now Hating Candy. Let me tell you of the week I grew up. No, not physically but mentally and emotionally. The physical age does not matter; what matters is that the week before I loved candy.
The lip. See the wetty lips that run dry amidst the drought yearning for the sporadic drips craving for the incessant draught that washes all the loneliness held wanting and acheness that makes her lost. I wanted to say…That not all paintings are simple. When I look at you,I see stars for eyes,Flower petals for skinAnd faults and flaws all at once.
But I see perfection in those flaws. School to Summer and Back to School. School during day, sports at night. The village is always non-stop. When blue skies show, campus gets loud. Waking Up. Growing up. Bullies and bruises Grades going down the drain One day it will be okay. Beauty in an inadequate mind with an courageous heart. The mind is such a simple depiction of what reality imposes the heart and soul.
Giving your heart a reason beat while still wondering about the advantages and stepping stones of life. Weep not at my grave. Weep not at my grave when I am dead, Sing me not the dirge of cold nights, Sing instead the rhymes of the Willows, Chant all day the lullabies of the pixies.
Here we flutter, soar, and fly Abuzz, for all to see, an iridescent sky Our pride, with which we manage, Asserting our presence, flags raised high,. My Confessions. I am a nonconformist. I open my eyes and see food, so much food. Carnes, postres, y mariscos. Pasteles, helado, galletas. Broken Glass. My Best Abusive Relationship. Growing with Fear. With words that burn and bite and sting, they creep up on your mind and ring until you no longer sleep at night.
There are sounds and smells that remind you of days passed,. The world never saw him Or so he thought But this is how he felt Black and white in a world of color Overlooked and unimportant. Fear of losing peace. Big Red. Bold, large, and beautiful red hot air balloon the twisted art of twig underneath my feet silver string attaches my wicker basket and I am high enough to touch a cloud. Into the Rabbit Hole, Alice. Fear, is hungry. No one warned me about the struggles of life Life doesn't get harder, it just shows its true self once we get to know it What's something that so many cherish and adore?
I'm Scared. I stand on the edge of a cliff the roar of the waves beneath me and stare into the night sky it is raining now I scream into the void all of the pain of the past I give it up to the ocean and sky. Not Enough. What is fear? The feeling of being simply not enough. You've put everything on the table. Left it all out on the field.
Put your heart and soul into it. I'm Ready. My heart beats faster and faster My legs shake and burn more with every running step How long have I been running? I can't remember. Its been so long,. Silent danger. Whispered words not to be heard, A secret pact between you and yourself, Your thoughts hardly heard or understood as they slip into the darkness of the night.
Doubt creeps. Victory or defeat matters not but doubt creeps in and two opponents emerge. Peanut Butter Night. Some of you may say I'm a nutter My tongue is smothered with peanut butter Like a newly-shined shoe, no area is left untouched However, this coating should have stayed in my lunch. Kill Switch. SUB Q. No more looking back. An Untold Future. These fears swarm me Causing me anxiety I cannot fight them But oh, how I want to be special I want to grow!
OCD and Me. My mind is weak Like a lost sailor I can do nothing, nothing as the waves of anxiety swirl through my head Get up, time for school I cannot go for I am a fool. A Unborn Child. I was used to falling and burning over and over again but nothing quite prepared me for the fire you spread over my soul. Left Behind. I had it all, never thought it could crumble apart Crumble apart, crumble away as if my life became equivilant to stale bread.
Who could have known he could have been dead. Fight the Fear. Reach the surface. How Dare You Darkness? The creature inside her cage. The creature inside her cage So small Suspended in the deep end She flutters Cage half glass half metal Frozen Her limbs are frozen Sunlight Cold sunlight. In the Dark. The Border. Never cease to prepare yourself; Get up early so you know who won the day. Flame, Dear Flame Your flame-seared name It burns Life is a funny thing.
The wait. Fearless Heart Club. Questioning every move and the sentence I make. But this art piece wants to show its creation. These detailed words that can fill a. Ode to Alex - Fear of Abusive Relationships. Funny that he goes by love, because he has none His long hair is a whip I pull His face changes as I slowly slip away His mind freaks as I tell his story.
He is narcissist himself. My Grandmother's House. The news blares bright and gaudy. Full of fear and sound. I like you Scholarship Slam Poem. Fear, anxiety, speech. Nothing can be said to someone without words, seems easy for those who speak and love to. But those of us are not always as lucky with your ability to speak. Speak our ideas, our dreams, and our hopes.
Sticks and stones. Our Meadow of Some Days. Some days our meadow is on fire; Burning the grass with such passion No one else could ever know. The Void. The darkness swallowed me whole I was drowning, struggling to breathe I reached out trying to grasp onto something, anything But my hand simply went through the empty void I opened my mouth to call out. After Their March.
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Vanquishing My Fear. The Grass browns and the flowers fade The trees leaves wither and the winds blow colder. Chocolate covered deceit. The princesses stare at me with looks of innocence Each tempting as pieces of candy One cherry flavored taffy The others blue raspberry gummies I stared back with apathy and anxiety.
There are some days when sometimes is too often. Where the tethers of my mind restrain me from ever making progress. Where I feel trapped in my own mental illness. Wonder Haiku. Stars shine in moonlight Disappearing in your eyes Night reflects wonder. Sunny Honey. You were my fighter and protector. When I grew you became my best friend. I always felt I could count on you. Then my first day of school came. I started to notice things. My Car. My car is my escape Where I can play my music loud Where I can recline back and think My car is my escape With a turn of the key and I am on my way With a tank of gas and I can go anywhere.
The courage to accept. The mirror speaks, You see a weak young girl, And the mirror sees a conqueror, With beautiful vines climbing up your delicate temple marking peace and health. You see insecurities,. Paradise in the Ruins. Kids on the street, suffering from pain. The only thing to ease their mind is to join a gang.
No more playing tag or hide-and-seek, only inside, playing games on T. Not a lot of smiles of happiness, just sadness and loneliness. Thin Ice. The ice is thin around here. My new friend. Beep Beep. I found out my new friend can talk to me! Dont tell me. For the Country that Never Fought for Me.
Don't Look Down. Standing up there too scared to look down I can feel all the stares my legs impared, i'm a shakey mess Longing for something to grab on to so my wrists i tend to bound. Natural Disasters. Lungs, ached with pain. Self Portrait as The Weeping Willow. The fear, I feel. From My head to my toes. Mom always worked, leaving me in care of a grandmother. In that Roller Coaster.
An Angel. Fear has to go. It takes hold of us one by one With comfort and complacency by its side It never stops hunting to find innocent pray To smash dreams and take the awe and wonder away To trap longing hearts in the home of used to. Lies that I Lie With. Midnight Lights. One day, One day at a time.
Well, that's what my mom used to say. Midnight we go, Midnight we came. All we saw was lights. Light from cars, lights from the sky. Heard music, heard crying. Over the Sea, Under the Clouds. Among this setting we're heading to Armegeddon Unless we start pressin' and getting answers to all these questions Stressin' the truth within the message Blessin' and recollectin' the days to the seconds.
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Be daring and BOLD. Let your unique story be TOLD. Fight the Fear of Chan. It's hard to feel alone in the world A piece of you missing but no one knows No one sees inside you to that terrible hole The hole in a space by your heart The one that screams out for a hand. Decision Monster. It gnarls its jagged teeth towards me "Dare you step this way?! Pride is not simply hubris Yet it still can make us shudder Pride is not the weight of an incubus Which lies on the chest of another.
Glass Half Full. Bitter and dangerous, But still on these streets. The empty arena is pitch black. I step into the ring, As I tighten the straps on my boxing gloves. I lean back into the ropes, Sweat stings my eyes,. Shadows Become Clear. Color Frequency. The world is full of a wide spectrum of color frequencies I am the yellow sun, the blue sky, the green grass, the orange to yo kool-aid, and the gold beads from Mardi Gras.
Storm Tempered. In Eden or Gethsemane. We will have peace, Whether we are in Eden, Or Gethsemane. For we will rise with the sun, And we will eat sweet fruit, From His vineyards. We will go to the water,. My Words Came Out Unremarkable. And yet when I think of souls fit together as one,. Ash and Rubble. What does it look like? How does it feel to never be afraid. Why am I so blind? Fear is Not to Be Run From.
A tight emptiness in my throat A quick consideration of options but endlessly told to say nothing Youth does not hide the terror in trying or the knife swallowed as i do nothing. The Music Plays. I hear the music play: A loud chorus, a strong voice. Funnily enough, I am the chorus;But I am the strong voice too? September 8, The day was ordinary.
The sun shone upon me no brighter or darker than it does on a regular day. The wind caressed my face and pushed at my back no more gently or rough than it normally does. I was walking forward, reflecting back. Pay attention to the sunlight, the sunlight is the most warm, visible radiation of all. Down, down into the darkness it goes- the hot, the tender, the close. Wind talking. The rain is begun, drippity droppity ploppity… The wind blows through our windows like a zephyr that knows the way… I speak your name and send it on the wind to you… My voice echoes across the distance between us….
Broken Mirror. My Favorite Dream. She Fell For You. She fell for you Like how a leaf falls when the wind blows, and all the colors turn grey And she fell for you Maybe too soon and unknowingly fast, never asking why. Swallow Me. Fear of Society's Sink. Because one little tablet, something so small, it could fall down the drain Fear of the unknown.
Oh, ice cream on a sunny day you keep me cool Like jumping in the swimming pool You drip on the sidewalk And even on my flip flop.
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Percs and molly in my casket so I can roll in heavenGet a bad bitch up out of Magic, need a ho in heavenI need me a TEC and I need me a stick, have a shootout with the devil. All That is Living. O Here rises the morning sun! The grass sprouts for the sunrise;The trees dance as the wind howls;Primroses and Cowslips bloom with joy. Do you believe in miracles? Why Fight. Looking at you sideways. All I see is rage.
The burning affection you once felt for me slowly fading away with the mist. I look at the doorway in which the only light in the apartment pierces the abyssal hallway. I look at the tattered shower curtain that lay on the white tile. Womanhood n. The waves are thick with seaweed, soft and baubled with thread-like strands. The waves are green and glassy, tipped with bubbles of smooth white foam. The waves are roaring against the shore, powerful, pulling in and pulling back.
Holy adj. A missionary trembles in the pulpit, exhorting you with tales of the fire of God, of kings and coals, of a man who had seen angels and thought they omened his death. How Not To Be Hopeless. Old habits die hard, Robert Frost and dying stars, Those are the things that made me. Cherry blossoms now in bloom begin wilting on the stem. At the Edge of Darkness. I mourn the fading light That overcame man's tragic fate That floods upon the victor's gate Of which the night knew no respite.
The Kraken. Through the Looking-Glass. The Glass reflects upon who i am. Thoughts and opinions cram into my soul as i look up at the Cold brown orbs that stare back at me in Pain. Smile, stand up straight, this. The Road to Somewhere. Where a choice must be made,. Saving the Children. Without Light. I am here standing in the darkness. It is pitch black and cannot see a thing.
I stretch my hands feeling for something, anything. I hear a blood-curdling scream that sounds like a high pitched whistle. Feet dragging, limbs hanging, eyes distant in their sacks. When old women's families send them here there is no looking back. They heap their sorrows, pray for tommorows, The halls are dark and dumb. Suddenly, motivation strikes,. O Lord, Make Me a Seed. I was born Of a European Yew.
Its mighty bough had grown Twisted and encrusted With moss In the garden of my great-great grandfather. As he left his house for the final time. Old Shoe. March, march, march, marching to the beat The rhythmic pounding of a hundred feet. From porch to mill, making no profits The sharp, stinging, rattle of empty pockets.
Dear lust. Whats Right for Me? Chants of slurs follow people down the streets through the halls in jobs in home. Places supposed to be sacrad and safe Turned against them. Nobody woke up and asked to be called 'Fag'. Fighting Yourself. Don't be Afraid to be You. Don't be afraid to conquer your fears; Hold back your tears In life your fears are there to make things clear, They don't hurt they make you see what needs work in you.
I went bowling with my mom once. To you. I never cherished how precious you are Until you left and never returned to me I never valued our time together Until I started missing you badly I never thought I'd miss you this much. To hurt, to love, to live. Is it the fact that we breath. Is it that we hurt? Perfectly Imperfect. What's perfection, without a little imperfection? To the outside the US is a safe haven, a home, a melting pot, but inside we see the flaws. The discrimination, the hate,.
He Touched Me. I was touched, touched by a man of sin. A man who continued to strip me apart with no mercy. He touched me. Shared Terror. There is an unspoken fear Of the fear that lies within. Of the fear boiling in my veins, Of the fear peeling back my eyelids at 1 a. I say nothing. In d belle of d beast. The blood oozes out of the deep That I have created on my wrist. Adrenaline rush, Sends a temporary bliss through my body. I clean the blood drops off the floor, Then I wrap my wound. The Blue Bird. I, travelled amongst the jungle Searching for a rare species, Which people would call em' the blue bird.
Just Listen. Drowning in every thought shouldn't think In every tear, I long to shed In every cut, I itch to make How can I breathe when I can't control myself? The Worst Feeling. I am not who they say that I am I am not The smart girl who is always happy. It is not rrue that nothing brings me down. I seem happy because I let everything out into my pillow. Letter to journey soft. The journey speaks to teach,to breed the minds resurrected from addiction conquering fear whilst paranoid. Gravity in his eyes.
The spoken Lake. Left to Pieces. The white pawn Forever loyal on bended knee Sacrificed right to be free But he fights doubts dusk till dawn. My Love. The first breath is full of tears and smiles,Awoken by a beam of light. It is cherished by many for a lifetime,Allowing more than million wonderful wis. Lukewarm Avidity. Blood Diamonds. Finding Me. Memories Of The Past. Behind a screen you may be safe, yet brave. Mind you, actions have results, be careful Of these happenings, you take to your grave.
Coming to haunt you, despair is awful. There are No Homosexual Members of the Church. The Hardships of a Black Man. Of a black man who was manipulated to be What society labeled all black people to be A black man who tried to restart his life. Building Bridges. Can we close the gap between Love and Hate? So I can worry more about tests than being shot for a mistake.
Can we close the gap between Friend and Foe? So I can tell a secret without starting a war. Through the hollows, into the grey Across the rolling hills of pain Run all night till the darkest day. When shadows behind the mists play Charge forward to the silent rain. Your Hands. You stare at your wretched hands, Blaming yourself for all the waste you threw into the ocean, For all the animals you scared away, And for all the flowers you crushed. To Kill A Gun. They have become the sleepless immortals in our country.
The instrument leading to too much blood spilt. The goodbye 17 students never got to say. The smell of burning wood floats in the air It's a nice smell A smell that I grow to miss My moccassins settle on the floor Where those who came before me have settled My regalia acts a hug. Land of the Forgotten. As I struggle throught this land Of hopelessness and fear, I pass a sea of faces- Ones that hold no cheer. I cross the sea of betrayal And over the bridge of doubt, into the desert of despair.
I wish I could look just like them. I got focus on my craft just to make a difference Sure it's all authentic when i make a sentence It got hard i used my smarts to create my interest. Pumice Feet. The sweet salty smell of the sea. Gives my heart a gentle reprieve. From memories that no longer comfort me. I walked down the shoreline a child. Coffee Crazy Poulin. Ode To Women. I want to master the skill of only having to flail my arms backwards and have my skin come off, not that I already posses it or anything. Instead of piles of laundry there will be piles of skin all over my room.
The Picture Society Paints. You Are Not Alone. Rotten souls Destroyed bones No happiness at the bottom of the bottle Alcohol doesn't end the pain Only temporarily pleasing the brain. I don't think i need a partner necessarily to be happy- i think if anything i need more self love. What is Black History? Black History. An idea of substance, of value, of culture. But some prefer to see it upside down instead of right side up.
Violence, discrimination, hatred, unjust laws seem to be our new culture. Silhouette's Symphony. When a School Bell Rings. There goes the bell for the first period of my high school monotony Yet, with each shattering clang of metal, my heart beats faster. Someday, someday, you get a thought that processes through the mind. Black Boy with J oy. What does it mean to be a black man in love?
Does his fist uncoil for the hand he dreams of or does his chilled heart melt away because of the fire within her eyes? Lost Cause, Found. Well sometimes it takes a while to realize our truths And when they finally come into clarity They choke us up. People pass and go but surely they'll never know. What Is Love. As I wander, lost, alone, desperate for company,My heart grows icy and numb, my eyes go dim, and my soul gets weak,As I wander forlornly, I yearn for love, lost out of reach.
My mortality is evident in my mentality, and through my actions,Which are. Reckless Beauty. We admire the reckless beauty of the overgrown fields, overrun by explosions of sunshine-yellow blooms and tall grass, swaying in tune to the gentle wind,. Mortis Angelus. Thus the Reaper picked up his tools, He took to his hands the metals forged in blood, He reached for the scythe with anger and wrath, According to his oath he upheld his mantle. Looking towards the foggy moors,. The Clone You Wish to Be.
After performing the tasks the cloning process begins, But something has been lost as well as gained. Life counts down like the clock Heart pulse is life's expensive time Life too weird to live Time too rare to seek Time is illusion After every heart pulse;can't be reversed. She back. Can I Die? Lips so bittersweet kill me in my sleep A taste so heavenly leaves burn marks on my cheeks Scarred by our romance the heavens bleed Onto silk white sheets. Thank you for the scars that litter my brain.
Thank you for the tourniquets to brace the pain. To My Grandma. My Dear Sid. Is Death So Final? I sometimes sit and wonder What death would be like.
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If you can feel everything, hear everything. From a world of different cultures, there is a shelter, warm and tender. Displayed from the blessed rains of Africa,. She Who Teaches. Shy, introverted She taught me how to break free The shell has been cracked. At the Wave of a Flag and the Sew of a Needle. We start conversing but I become unlink Coughing, looking at his teeth I must pray. My Guide. Thank you, Studio Ghilbli. It hurts Blue Waves. Her name was Blue. Not for originality, her parents were too clever for that. To my Greatest Influence. I smile and feel the drops fall gently on my face.
The birds are only slightly bothered by the water; they twitter with annoyance. Hello Daniel. Yellow Roses. You were like warm Yellow rays; humming down into the quiet meadows. You were the Yellow Sun setting. O Captain, My Captain. She is the one who showed me the way to this world. On how to survive, be liberating and know the worth of my every inch.
She is the one who taught me when to swallow my words and when to have long pauses. People Change. The Race. The Race I came to wear old jeans, I was racing, I completed the format. I hold you to a higher standard. My Flower. This is beauty. The stars in your eyes study me, soft pink rose pedals lay gently blanketing either side of your grin. Crimson skys and a salty sea breeze surround you, I wonder if you would let me in.
I Welcome You. I welcome you, brothers and sisters To the island I call my home The place of diversity Filled with courtesy and charity. Is the Greatest Mentor Yourself? Every person draws from what they see. And hear And taste, so delicate, so fine and free. Every person is a conglomerate of their feelings. So from that.
He is my ghost writer The one who wants to see me ranked up higher. Helps me put in the work so I don't stress later No matter what I did he was always a fan never a hater. My life, my soul, my heart, my whole is claimed. As long as day precedes the night it's here. It plagues me, saves me from a worser fate. As long as night precedes the day it's near. Just as the wind directs the sea, My father directs me.
For so long, he went unnoticed Yet he stayed so devoted. Never did he waver. The shimmering. Black coffee, dirty nails, Calloused hands open a morning paper. Smeared ink, mirrored print, A gloomy world must be brightened somehow. When I was young, Living in a world of hate, My mind created a cage. It was told that love has chains, Love must be restrained,. My Friend, The Butterfly.
A Hebrew prophet from Babylon, known for his faith.
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