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Genesis: The End

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Do you realize the depths to which you've led me, teetering on the edge of madness born from my love to you? I've glimpsed the fine line between sanity and chaos, etched upon the shores of darkness. How naive I've been, futilely attempting to break free from the gravity of your presence. I can't blame you, for you were unaware. That day, as rain pierced my heart, your words, "leave it," echoed—acknowledging the futility and endlessness of our situation. It felt like an endless loop, with you unknowingly entwined within. Despite my efforts to break free, I found myself ensnared repeatedly. Eventually, I surrendered, letting time take its course.
In one final attempt to sever the ties, we met. There, amidst the chaos, I witnessed the universe aligning, revealing the intricacies of fate. I watched myself detach, fading into the background as he tenderly kissed the delicate curve of your neck—a sacred moment etched by destiny, binding us for eternity.
As if in a cosmic rearrangement, I was jolted back to reality, reminded of the parallel universe we inhabited. I may not have understood the language of love or the workings of the world, but I knew you were a force beyond my comprehension, happening without my control.
That day, when you uttered "Curiosity killed the cat," I sacrificed innocence for curiosity's crime, hanging it for its supposed misdeed. And as curiosity met its end, a Blackbird sang its mournful tune. But did you realize the mark I left upon your neck is everlasting?

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