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[ Fool ]
He gazed at the one he cared for so much before him.
No, it was the one he hated.
Or was it the one who belonged to him?
Or the one he belonged to?
Love.
Hate.
Possession.
Master.
His mind switched back and forth.
How could he find the truth
when he couldn't find his true self?
x
[ Magician ]
He knew it was the wrong choice.
It was always the wrong choice.
But he did it anyway.
Why?
Because it felt right.
No matter how many times
he told himself it was wrong.
It always felt right.
And it never was.
x
[ Chariot ]
She regretted doing it.
She really did.
But that wouldn't stop her
from doing it again.
And if she ever did stop,
she'd just do something else.
And then she might regret doing that instead.
But she didn't know.
She never knew until it was too late.
x
[ Priestess ]
She could feel the open air around her.
A feeling she couldn't escape.
She had tried before.
She tried again today.
And no doubt she would try again tomorrow.
But she would never escape.
There was no escape.
x
[ Emperor ]
He can't ignore the stares.
The looks.
Disgust.
Hatred.
It makes him self-conscious.
Hyperaware to every sound.
Every person.
Everything around him.
He needs to clean up his image.
Make some changes.
Skips out on the bleach.
Black, clean, normal.
His mother would be proud.
(But this isn't him.
This isn't right.)
Wears dress-shirts.
(Where's the originality,
he longed for?)
But still they don't stop.
The people whisper behind his back.
He can't win.
x
[ Lovers ]
She coughs violently, her body wracked by the force.
The burning.
The taste.
The smell.
She hates it.
Tells herself she needs to stop, but she can't.
Smiles.
Pretends.
She's fine.
If only to be that ideal image they want her to be.
If only to stay in control.
Yes.
All she has to do is slide her finger down,
and flush all her troubles away.
She's perfect.
x
[ Star ]
He waits by the TV,
like a puppy waiting for his master.
A family waiting for a veteran.
(And waits,
and waits...)
How much longer?
Are they even coming today?
What if they didn't show?
What if this was the day
they forgot about him forever?
He didn't want to be alone.
Not again.
Everytime Yu turns away,
he can't help, but think
this will be the last time
he gets to see his face.
x
[ Fortune ]
She's a boy.
Can't you tell by the way she dresses,
the way she talks, and
carries herself?
She's nothing like those girls
you see in those fashion
magazines.
She's different.
She can never be like that.
She wasn't born like that.
She's a boy.
Can't you tell?
Don't you see it?
She has everyone fooled.
Including herself.
