Cancerous: Mouth, Mind
Tell me, which would be more harmful?
The cankered, cancerous mind, or mouth?
With this bloody, stiffened, nigh broken tongue-sheath
I cannot hold my usual stance to defend, defend, defend.
Why do you tell me these things, Nee-san?
These words aren't meant for rebuke of a small forgetting...
You say to the things I've seen, "No, there is none."
You think all of it as just the ideals of a game,
or as I summed it up: the ravings and illusions of insanity.
The insane cannot verify this fact with their own will,
for that would make them normal.
Perhaps I have Catch-22 syndrome.
Maybe some fluke of nature, medicine, even the God you believe "is not"
deemed it fit to spare me blind retardation.
You say there is neither a haven nor damnation for our souls
simply because you've seen no example of perfect judgment,
no true right and true wrong.
You have explained away many things for me.
Life in whatever moments, minutes, days, years I have left...
It seems hollower now.
Hollower for the fact of sixteen years of trusting scarred eyes to see,
scarred lungs to breathe, scarred body to function,
shattered mind to rationalize, broken heart to stay one piece.
Now answer my question.
Humanity is forgetful.
You may choose to forgo knowing me after this.
If you choose not to,
may you plant forget-me-nots on the marker of one person
allowed to forget, made to ever remember, when the year is placed: 1991-- .
Silver Nephilim Community Member 
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