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you scream, and it sounds like laughter. but it still looks like screaming, at least to me, with my encyclopaedic knowledge of all the intricacies you aren't meant to have. you are screaming, you are drowning, you are atlas, too stupidstubborn to let someone else have a turn with the weight of the world. i would happily take all of your burdens from you, if only it would help, if only i could help. i could help, if you'd only let me.

but no, you are too stubborn, too convinced this is your penance, or duty, or god-given right, who knows at this point. do you know why you are drowning yourself? why you have deemed it necessary to drown yourself? do you still remember, or have you forgotten? has it faded? is it lost, are you lost? do you need me to show you the way?

because i would, i would pull you out of the way of this speeding train, if only you didn't insist on tying yourself to the tracks. this is not your penance, your duty, or your god-given right, and as much as i am all for free will, i am not sure you should be allowed to make the decisions around here, if this is what you are going to decide to do. you are going to have to pay penance for this. it is going to be your duty to pay penance for this. you do not have the right.

and that's if you even live through this. that's if you don't drown. i have always known you almost better than i know myself, and i know when i am being lied to. i know when you are lying to yourself. i know when you are doing something stupid, something you'll come to regret, something you'll hate yourself for later-

i have always loved you, you do know that, don't you? always. and i am going to love you even when you are a burnt out supernova and i barely recognise your wingspan for all the ash, i am going to love you even when i hate you, i am going to love you even when it hurts, even if it kills me, even when it kills me, even when it hurts so much it kills me. i am going to love you and love you and love you and i hate you for it, because you are convinced you must pay penance for a crime it appears you are still committing, and you are convinced you are doing the right thing, and you are convinced you will survive, and you won't.

you'll die.

you'll die.

you'll die for someone else's cause and i will hate you for it, because you are not, have never been, and will never be atlas, and damn you, you are far too stupidstubborn to have this much authority. you are going to die, you are going to kill yourself, you are going to make me watch you kill yourself, please don't do this.

you scream, and it sounds like words, sounds like talking, sounds like a calm and well-thought-out reason to nail yourself to this cross. you scream and it sounds like your last words, a eulogy, is this what you want written on your tombstone? are you really going to make me do this, am i going to have to bury you? what gives you the right? you are not atlas, you have no god-given right, you are lost, and can't you please just let me show you the way, please, i want to help. you need my help.

you are sinking, you are drowning, stop filling your pockets with rocks. stop losing yourself in the darkness. you are not meant for darkness, you are not meant to die fighting in a war you started, you are not meant to start wars. you are not meant to make me pick sides. you are not meant to die. you are not meant to die, not if i have to watch, please, i have always loved you, i will always love you, is this really how you're going to repay me? are you really going to make me do this?

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you scream, and it sounds like laughter. but it still looks like screaming, at least to me, with my encyclopaedic knowledge of all the intricacies you aren't meant to have. you are screaming, you are drowning, you are atlas, too stupidstubborn to let someone else have a turn with the weight of the world. i would happily take all of your burdens from you, if only it would help, if only i could help. i could help, if you'd only let me.

but no, you are too stubborn, too convinced this is your penance, or duty, or god-given right, who knows at this point. do you know why you are drowning yourself? why you have deemed it necessary to drown yourself? do you still remember, or have you forgotten? has it faded? is it lost, are you lost? do you need me to show you the way?

because i would, i would pull you out of the way of this speeding train, if only you didn't insist on tying yourself to the tracks. this is not your penance, your duty, or your god-given right, and as much as i am all for free will, i am not sure you should be allowed to make the decisions around here, if this is what you are going to decide to do. you are going to have to pay penance for this. it is going to be your duty to pay penance for this. you do not have the right.

and that's if you even live through this. that's if you don't drown. i have always known you almost better than i know myself, and i know when i am being lied to. i know when you are lying to yourself. i know when you are doing something stupid, something you'll come to regret, something you'll hate yourself for later-

i have always loved you, you do know that, don't you? always. and i am going to love you even when you are a burnt out supernova and i barely recognise your wingspan for all the ash, i am going to love you even when i hate you, i am going to love you even when it hurts, even if it kills me, even when it kills me, even when it hurts so much it kills me. i am going to love you and love you and love you and i hate you for it, because you are convinced you must pay penance for a crime it appears you are still committing, and you are convinced you are doing the right thing, and you are convinced you will survive, and you won't.

you'll die.

you'll die.

you'll die for someone else's cause and i will hate you for it, because you are not, have never been, and will never be atlas, and damn you, you are far too stupidstubborn to have this much authority. you are going to die, you are going to kill yourself, you are going to make me watch you kill yourself, please don't do this.

you scream, and it sounds like words, sounds like talking, sounds like a calm and well-thought-out reason to nail yourself to this cross. you scream and it sounds like your last words, a eulogy, is this what you want written on your tombstone? are you really going to make me do this, am i going to have to bury you? what gives you the right? you are not atlas, you have no god-given right, you are lost, and can't you please just let me show you the way, please, i want to help. you need my help.

you are sinking, you are drowning, stop filling your pockets with rocks. stop losing yourself in the darkness. you are not meant for darkness, you are not meant to die fighting in a war you started, you are not meant to start wars. you are not meant to make me pick sides. you are not meant to die. you are not meant to die, not if i have to watch, please, i have always loved you, i will always love you, is this really how you're going to repay me? are you really going to make me do this?