I slip closer to him

He’s a fucking liar

But it doesn’t matter because there’s always this

誰かが隣に居る。

Or something.

Someone is next.

Racing the sun and winning because loss always gets him down.

The sun doesn’t know there is a race.

He still thinks he’s winning.

There are no people in the sky.

If I could meet each individual light and even the ones who have never been seen, only heard.

But no one could replace them,

They’re each someone different,

But I’ve never met them.

Just like I’ve never met them.

A hypothesis that can’t be proven.

Something like that.

I think we should take them down, the ones who only shine to harm.

Well.

What’s in store is bigger than me.

I’m not part of the story.

It would seem I’m merely here to record.

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