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Story of a Lamb

She was born to a regular household with both a loving mother and a father. Neither parent was rich, but neither parent was poor. Her childhood was one filled with smiles and laughter. The life surrounding her she believed to be the most interesting on earth. Her hometown was a city where both people and pokemon gathered. Bathed in these everyday affections, she lived her life an innocent lamb, simply savouring between meek teeth the meals she was offered. [break][break]

Only a lamb, she believed herself to be an invincible person. To know everything, to grasp everything at her hand— she believed it not to be an impossible feat. To be able to continue living, believing herself to be an incredible existence, she didn’t understand that it took confidence to do such a thing.[break][break]

A Drop on the Surface

She was twelve years old. What she wanted, for example, was the feeling of a thunder splitting her body. The shock, the heat, the electricity. She wanted her soul to be painted shades of opalescence, like the sun setting over the southern seas. Twelve years old, she began to seek out a future filled with impossible things. What she finds is painted over black. Disappointment.[break][break]

Twelve years old, and she realizes for the first time that a lamb like herself can only be like a drop of water on the surface of an ocean. Insignificant.[break][break]

I Want Regrets

Thoughts, heart, and actions are all torn between contradictions. She is unable to forget her own insignificance. Wake up, eat, brush her teeth, and repeat. Her life moves like a hallow waltz to the beat of repetition. Fixation, obsession, and sudden compulsions. A drop of water on the surface of the ocean, the girl soon disappears into herself. The lamb has become a dead sheep.[break][break]

Rather than to live regretting the things that she has not done, wouldn’t it be better for her to regret doing something instead? A world without spirit, doesn’t that sound like an interesting thing? So far removed from the hallow waltz of her every day. To force a sudden change on the world, such a thing, is it really such a crime? Though she only half-heartedly believes in the mission she finds herself wanting to record the story of time— she finds herself seeking to see a life with regrets. [break][break]