What would you do if I said I couldn’t die?
I mean seriously, how would you react to that? It’s not like this is a normal occurrence.
Every day repeats itself endlessly. We’re in the graveyard again. He takes her, and I follow in pursuit. I die, I wake up, and I keep moving forward through towns infested with crows, trolls, ghosts, ‘n goblins. In all honesty, I don’t even remember what she really looks like anymore, but I keep going, for some reason.
People seem to think I’m crazy, and maybe it’s true. Some days I actually believe she can’t be real, that none of this is happening, and then I get knocked into a river and drown. Ten seconds later, I’m back up and swinging having remembered it all, and almost 30 years later, I’ve rarely been able to rescue her.
So here it is: my final statement before I lose myself to insanity for good. Satan, if you’re reading this, I’m coming for you, you son of a bitch. This is a battle that was never meant to end, but when I finally break through your illusion and destroy you for the second time, then maybe I will find peace.
Maybe…
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