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The light should outweigh the dark, outweigh the nightmares that have swarmed our heads for decades, for generations clouding evolution with imperfection and mutation. Manipulating the cursed words, we already spoke twisting the corruption of corporation from past tense to present malfunction; grasping at the never ending always progressing depressing depression. Following the path of the fucked-up head that rose before us, before benevolence and beauty left and never showed their faces again. Correcting your conscious to let go of a hand that never held you, a person that never helped you. Try to fathom the existence of happiness when your heads stuck between your knees, your hands shaking your voice quaking. Black hair is being torn at the roots regretting every ridiculous rotation of your mindset. Knowing every breath you breathe is unbreathable. The light should've outweighed the dark, it should've outweighed the nightmares that swarmed out heads for decades; but it didn’t. It fled forgetting the fuckups and forgiving the foolish leaving all that once was real rotting in the romance of remorse.