Vent writing

From both of us, Written in the color of Poplar's speech and in broken thoughts all strung along.

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In the back of our minds it echoes all the same.

"I wish I could fall asleep

I wish I could fall asleep then wake up

and this whole thing would be forgotten."

And yet in the same instance

we know that

once a story is started it cannot be unwoven

once a contact is made it cannot be broken

once knowledge is gained

memories are made

and they will not fade away.

They will chase you down like a hunting dog

destroying your mind and fatiguing you.

And yet... we think the same things:

"When you love someone

so much that you are a part of them and they of you,

it makes it too hard to just let go."

So we must push on and continue this way,

though neither of us want to know what lies in our futures.

One of us is loveless

the other has an eternal love...

And though it would be nice sometimes for the other to love,

we do not want to become hypocrites.

"You don't need a mate, but my deer has one anyways."

We do not want to become targets.

"Will your deer please adopt my fawn so we can become a family?"

And then things would fall to dust.

Sadly, neither of us can escape what was so accidentally set to motion...

what swept us both away a long time ago...

It hurt one of us to have to change the other one so much a long time back

to make the perfect character,

but deep down we know that we were meant for each other

and that we can pull through whatever is thrown our way.

It seems our fate in this forest was set from the beginning,

and it is time we accept it.

It is time that we refuse to give in to outside influences,

to give in to the whim of the forest and allow it to lead us

wherever it wants to take us.

Because you can't run away from your past,

no matter how it once was...

Yet you have to look back to move forward.

You have to see where you have been...

to be able to notice what you are becoming...

And most of all you have to be able to take time to stop and smell the roses...

before you go straight to pushing up daisies.

We'll carry on.

We'll carry on until we can't make it any further,

and then we will surprise ourselves by refusing to collapse,

and we are sure we will keep going.

"One struggle is not enough to separate us."

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