Wake up now boy...

      Ive put the wrong object on my podium. Its only the cause of sorrow and pain. Still I continue to turn to it. It still would shatter the world if I averted my gaze. Its apparent now that it could never share with me what I had hoped to share with it. After all I upset its balance and created a bond of remorse. Like a child I believed I had the chance to share something with it. Again, I am ignorant and I am selfish. But I am a dreamer. I will continue to dream of the object on the golden podium.

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[Mockingbird]

sounds like a difficult choice that you had to make which was the relatively wrong choice, but you rebel by accepting it, the consequences and making the best of it since it's there already. great job.