I wonder how it will be, when I am so used up that I can no longer produce for you. I wonder what the sky will look like when all of space folds in on you. I wonder what the thoughts will be when I am the one to blame for not just giving you one more chance. I hope...
I beg...
I plead...
That at times end, some glimpse of salvation will appear.
Some hope and refuge will come forth and make it all worth it.
Worth it.
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Mother Gaya
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