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[00:50] BriefDisaster: so I won't... instead I'll tell you a bit of a story...
[00:51] BriefDisaster: There was once a person...quite different from any normal person.. in the way that he could type much better than he spoke...
[00:51] BriefDisaster: he could tell of wondrous things.. of the moonlight splashing down across the gentle waves.. or explain the soothing wails of a newborn just after birth... but he could never speak without red cheeks and a twisted and knotted tongue...
[00:52] BriefDisaster: and so... as he grew up.. he let his imagination bloom... writing constantly, dreaming non stop.. but always never having the ability to speak of the love and care he wanted...
[00:52] BriefDisaster: Then one day... he did.
[00:53] BriefDisaster: The woman returned such feelings and that emboldened him.... yet this man, so happy in his victory, his dream come true... was blinded to the facts that the woman was uncertain..
[00:53] BriefDisaster: and so.. after months of anguish, lies, deceit and betrayal..
[00:54] BriefDisaster: the man tied his tongue back and put his hands back to use... dreaming again of something he knew he could never have...
[00:54] BriefDisaster: again and again he tried.. again and again, he failed.. each time his dreams becoming less and less frequent... believing himself doomed to only have his hands as his real words...
[00:55] BriefDisaster: and then... one day... he put his heart into trying... but everything into just saying those few words to one more...
[00:55] BriefDisaster: and he did so... with such conviction that his hands were the ones that were tied... shaking so hard he couldn't contain it..
[00:56] BriefDisaster: and he found out that day.. that he wouldn't dream anymore...
[00:56] BriefDisaster: because his words fell onto deaf ears..
[00:56] BriefDisaster: and he watched...
[00:56] BriefDisaster: watched in silence..
[00:57] BriefDisaster: as the dream he once had faded away to become another man's reality...
[00:57] BriefDisaster: yet still... he became a part of her dream...
[00:57] BriefDisaster: her dream of a nightmare that took years in creating... molding from hatreds, callus hearts and brutal hands...
[00:58] BriefDisaster: and he stayed...silent as ever, giving the support she longed for, only to watch that what the reality was could never match his dream...
[00:59] BriefDisaster: he dreamt of her... beautiful in her elegance, her demeanor and pure in her laughter and happiness...
[01:00] BriefDisaster: upon a pedestal.. risen above.. but her reality... her reality was the opposite... her in tattered robes, dirt marked skin, grovelling for just that solitary feeling of being wanted whenever the man wished for it upon his own throne.. his own pedestal...
[01:00] BriefDisaster: his words the same as the callous men before her, his touch the same as the hard hearts and hands before, but feeling so special that his attention was on her.. the poor and dirt stained one..
[01:01] BriefDisaster: and he knew... no matter how hard he screamed, it was not his dream anymore... so his screams were deaf...his tears were silent..
[01:01] BriefDisaster: his grief masqueraded as happiness..
[01:01] BriefDisaster: all for the sake of making her dream come true...
[01:02] BriefDisaster: ...and now that man is lost...
[01:02] BriefDisaster: moving from one reality to the next, but always lost in that dream...
[01:02] BriefDisaster: a man whose hands are still shaking..
[01:03] BriefDisaster: and whose tongue doesn't work any longer.
[01:03] fvckunotme: *whimper*
[01:03] BriefDisaster: *smiles just slightly* and even now...
[01:04] BriefDisaster: he doubts the tears that fall from his face are heard..
[01:04] BriefDisaster: as his smile wishes the best..
[01:05] BriefDisaster: so be wrong... be right... feel less.. feel weak..
[01:05] BriefDisaster: but at least the dream is still your own.