Poured it all out.
Gave him the better parts of me igniting his fire.
He was my Earth this vast monument of potential that leads me to water him-freely.
Never wanting a drought, I poured from wells hidden deep within me.
The more he expanded, the more frail I became.
I was his host, giving ample nourishment to his dreams.
The more life kissed him the more death beckoned me.
I’m faint and weak, him strong, powerful.
He no longer needs his beginning for his path has carried him to other’s strong like him. He sees me now as a burden, a weight too great to take with him.
I poured it all out!
I died he lived for the parasite always wins.

~Vmack~

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