Dirjel

I remember people. I remember cities, cars, airplanes... but mostly, I remember people. There were so many of them: tall ones, fat ones, ugly ones, beautiful ones... so loud, so different, so... interesting. Thinking back on it all, I wonder what they were striving for. Every one of them was guaranteed nothing but death from the moment they drew their first breath. Some didn't even get that far. Still, they struggled against the world. They harnessed the power of the sky, they controlled the flow of the sea, they shaped the face of the earth itself, and still, they had the potential for more. They reached out to the most distant stars, and

You are... The Navi to my Link, The Issun to my Ammy, You are my voice. The Sparx to my Spyro, The Clank to my Ratchet, You are my comrade. The Pikachu to my Ash, The Jesse to my James, You are my dearest friend. The Tyler Durden to my Narrator, The Force to my Jedi, You are my power. The Purple Drank to my Black Man, The Alfred to my Batman, You are my pillar. The Tommy Gun to my Gangster, The Bling to my Gangsta', You are my complement. The Fedora to my Indiana Jones, The Goggles to my Tai, You are my individuality. The Fog to my Silent Hill, The Cardboard Box to my Solid Snake, You are my sanctuary. The Social Link

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