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cryaotic stream feels i guessI wasn't sure if I was too early or too late. The way he looked at me was a look of defeat and forlorning. His gaze pierced through me as he kept staring, wringing his hands in a nervous fashion. I knew this was going to be the end of it all. I could sense it. I opened my mouth to speak but no words came out. I tried to call out to him but I knew it was too late for that. My eyes blurred and my cheeks were clammy. I slumped over in defeat. I knew this was the end.cryaotic stream feels i guess by ~Candybabyayame
It was the end of the Cryaotic Stream.
How the moon saw CryThere he was again. The boy who stood unlike the rest. Upon his mountain he stood as the others around him faded into the moonlight that bathed his face and clothes. Feeling the first breath of night finally approach him, he let his unbreaking strength slip for a second and a tear or two slid down his clammy cheeks. Wide eyes staring up at the dollar coin moon as the twinkling of the lonely stars called to him, he felt the mask he clung so hard to crack a bit. A hand shot up to catch the piece, the smooth feel of porceline almost saddening to feel. The moon rose as the night grew darker and longer, the mask slowly snapping and popping as other bits fell to the lush grass beneath his feet. As the last piece fell from his cheek bones, he ran his hands over his skin. It felt unnatural to him and strange. It was warm and full of different bumps and bones. It made him mourn the symmetrical calmness he had once called his face. Running worn fingers over taut skin stretched on bone, more tearHow the moon saw Cry by ~Candybabyayame