A Fiction Called Me／Feat.HatsuneMiku

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My first chapter
was a tale of failure,
far from a happy end—
a shameful last page.

I called it “principle,”
to dress up my stillness.
I answered you in silence,
to keep my pride alive.

I could’ve been something.
I know I could.
But each day grew stiff,
each will turned wood.

The door of inertia
grew hard to move.
Three-point-five by four—
that room was my world.

And when did the world
outside my window
turn into fiction?

My first chapter
was a tale too long,
no hero, no villain,
just a hollow song.

I stayed lazy by choice,
so I’d lose no more.
I called shallow dreams
a thing worth living for.

I could’ve done something.
I know I could.
Regret sank deep
like rotten wood.

Blue-gray clouds
dragged low through my sight.
Only dreams tied
to the parasitic vine

And when did the world
behind my eyelids
turn into fiction?

My second chapter
may start in the dark.
A cheap rerun of
a dead little spark.

Counting what spilled,
calling scraps “a life,”
another bad draft
of the same old lie.

But I took one breath,
one fistful of nerve.
And the pain came loose
from the knots it had served.

I spat out the thorns
I kept in my tongue.
And words found a way
to reach someone.

I could be something.
I know I can.
The dreams I threw out
still burn in my hands.

For once, I envied
the happy and whole.
I let that ugly feeling
crawl into my soul.

I breathed out the grief.
I breathed out the shame.
And all of the words
I buried by name—

came back as a fiction.

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