His name was Alpha...

His name was Omega...

His name was Lancer...

His name...

What his name...

So many names...

Some he could recall...

Some he wished he could forget...

Some he wished he could remember...

Some names made him appear as a hero only found in stories...

Some names made him appear as a devil born from the sins of every living being...

He never wanted it...

He never wanted power...

He never wanted vengeance...

He never wanted a name...

He never wanted to be noticed...

He wanted to be forgotten...

Yet they found him...

They were different...

Some were Male...

Some were Female...

Some were good...

Some were bad...

Yet they were the same...

They cared for him...

He never wanted it...

He did not deserve their time or compassion to him...

He simply wanted to be forgotten and sleep...

He wanted to forget...

He wanted to forget...

What did he want to forget...

It did not matter...

For his time was near...

He would be forgotten...

The last being to ever encounter would soon die...

He would finally be forgotten...

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Why was he sad...

This what he wanted...

To be forgotten...

Yet he felt sad...

It was because...

He hated himself...

He despised them...

He felt regret...

He felt rejection...

He Felt nothing...

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Regret...

Regret...

Regret...

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He did not want this...

These feelings...

He wanted this...

Yet why did he feel like this...

It was because of them...

His Friends...

His Family...

His Children...

His lovers...

This is not what he wanted...

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Who am I...

What was my story...

Why do I feel sad...

Why am I tired...

What am I...

Who are you...