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You will never understand what I had.
And I will be okay.
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you’ve been like this for quite a while
do you remember what it was like before?
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I close my eyes and burn down my world, breathe in the ash, and rebuild.
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I don’t remember
I can’t remember
Why won’t I remember
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I hate you
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Let’s play pretend
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there was nothing
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If love could kill
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to live in a love that was promised to be returned,
and to wait,
and wait,
and wait,
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memories that don’t belong to me
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and then I became a wandering corpse of my own actions
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your tears are showing
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this was never my story
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What’s stopping you?
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Make a choice
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“It's difficult to explain, but when I'm drawing I feel the existence of what I call ‘gravity’.
In other words, while you might think that as an author I have utter control over the actions of the main characters by the progression of the story, or the world in which I make them live, it's not always like this, and at some moments it is the characters who act against my will. Through this method, some drawings have come out that I didn't want to make in the first place. That is how ‘gravity’ manifests itself, which I also assimilate to ‘fate’.
When you read this last volume of Stone Ocean, I'd like you to think a little about this.”
Hirohiko Araki, 2003
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‘Perhaps it was a dream. Maybe you and I and the fish exist only in the memory of a person who is gone. Maybe no one really exists and it is only raining outside. Maybe the bird never existed at all.’
Angels Egg
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