Costume Story

July 7th. Cloudy.

I shoulder the regrets of others.
I make true wishes of others.
I beseech the prayers of others.

But to do so is to earn the hatred of others, and I will never escape the pressure of my crimes.

Yet I've no choice but to forward one slow, careful step at a time.
For should I stop, I shall be swallowed up by what follows behind me..

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