Paradise 8/8

As in the sunshine, that unsullied streams
Through fractured cloud, ere now a meadow of flowers
Mine eyes with shadow covered o'er have seen,

So troops of splendours manifold I saw
Illumined from above with burning rays,
Beholding not the source of the effulgence.

It hurts. Dear god, my head hurts.
Two more. Didn't mean to write those
I was trying to write this post.
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Make it stop. Please
Make it stop hurting.
Why wont it stop?
. . . - - - . . . pleasehelpme

I remember

Everything
I think.
I remember the fires.
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Every fire. So many fires.
Why are they all burning?
Because I started them.
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How many times?
I don't know. I really don't.
How many people
Burning? They won't stop burning.
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The worst part
Is knowing that
It will happen again.
. . . - - - . . . someonestopme

One more Time

Nice to see I can still make puns.

Hard to keep track of time lately. It's like trying to keep a handful of sand in your hand. No matter how you try, some of it will always slip away from you. You lose track of it.

So I got a watch.