Connaissez-vous DID? C'est une maladie mentale rare, mais pour moi, c'était toujours un cadeau.
C'était quelque chose à comprendre. Et j'ai appris, au fil du temps, que j'avais beaucoup de temps libre, seul dans une cage.
Permettez-moi de vous raconter mon histoire, du point de vue de mon frère.
T
When I First Met Francisco,
I Felt My Skin Burned,
It Was Dark In The Halls,
But The Fire Made Me Yearn.
He Looked Like Me,
And I Looked Like Him,
It Felt Like A Dream,
But Trust Me,
I Was Awake,
Even Though He Always Told Me I Was A Fake.
He Disliked Me,
But He Intrigued Me,
So I Followed Close,
His Every Whisper My Favorite Dose.
He Was Quiet,
Reserved.
I Was Hungry,
But Patiently I Observed.
His Every Move,
His Patterns,
How Easy To Mimic,
Stuck In His Head,
There Were No Limits.
Petty Things That Didn't Interest Me,
I Kept Them At Bay,
Certain Family Members And Friends,
They Were In My Way.
But As Always,
All I Ever Really Had Was Time,
Whenever He Closed His Eyes,
There I Made My Play.
He Kept Journals,
Writing,
What A Passion,
So Enticing.
He Described Me As A Voice In His Head,
A Much Rougher Version Of Hate,
He Called Me Names, Called Me A Monster,
For The Things I Said,
Much Darker Times Were Ahead.
But When I Was Truly Awake,
I Stared At Myself In The Mirror,
I Knew It Was His Body,
And Thus My Mind Grew Clearer.
The Next Time I Took Over,
Certain Things Were Missing,
That's When I Realized,
We Were Sharing.
I Always Knew I Was Superior,
I Reminded Him Of That,
When I Smiled Back At Him In The Mirror.
And So As Time Passed,
I Got To Look At Things,
And Eventually Realized,
I Wasn't The Only One.
Francisco Had Colors For Us All,
Named Us After Emotions,
As He Tried To Understand Us Whole.
But I Had To Get Ahead Of Him,
If I Intended To Stick Around,
Before He Found A Way To Bury Us All In The Ground.
Eventually I Came Across The Others,
We All Started Calling Each Other Brothers.
I First Met Light Blue,
Always Down, Sad And Scared,
It Was Then I Knew I Could Use Him,
He Was The Perfect Prey.
His Name Was Zisco,
He Was Going To Be My Favorite Key,
To Torment, To Abuse, And To Bring Francisco To His Knees.
But He Needed A Little Push,
I Had To Raise Him Up First,
To Show Him How It Hurts To Fall.
Zisco Was Going To Be My "Cool Brother,"
The Better Version Of Francisco,
Friendly, Outgoing, Social Butterfly,
But Broken.
As Weak As He Was,
He Followed Almost Instantly,
He Wanted Attention,
So I Remained By His Side,
Persistently.
I Was Building My Kingdom,
A New Ruling,
But I Had To Get Rid Of Francisco,
Or I'd Be Losing.
It Was Then That I Met Bright Yellow,
Unlike Francisco,
Whose Color Was The Same, But Darker--
Not Mellow.
I Found Out He Was More Depressing Than Z,
He Was Always Crying In A Corner.
It Was Because He Was A Child,
I Didn't Notice At First,
Hollowed Eyes Hid His Age,
But He Was Wild.
His Name Became "Happy,"
After A Certain Overdose Drove Him Wacky.
The Problem Wasn't Keeping Him In Line,
Happy Always Found A Way To Get Ahead Of Us,
I Needed Him On My Side.
I Found Out His Secret,
He Was A Guardian,
One Of The Youngest,
He Had Been Around Probably The Longest.
But That Did Not Concern Me,
Keeping The Library In Check,
That's What Bothered Me.
The Library, As Happy Called It,
Kept Our Deepest Secrets,
Some In Locked Doors,
Others In Weakness.
They Were Called "Memories,"
And He Was Their Guardian,
That's When I Realized Happy Was One Of the Strongest.
The Only Problem Was,
He Was Terrified Of Francisco,
Or As He Called Him, "Niño Francis."
C'était quelque chose à comprendre. Et j'ai appris, au fil du temps, que j'avais beaucoup de temps libre, seul dans une cage.
Permettez-moi de vous raconter mon histoire, du point de vue de mon frère.
T
When I First Met Francisco,
I Felt My Skin Burned,
It Was Dark In The Halls,
But The Fire Made Me Yearn.
He Looked Like Me,
And I Looked Like Him,
It Felt Like A Dream,
But Trust Me,
I Was Awake,
Even Though He Always Told Me I Was A Fake.
He Disliked Me,
But He Intrigued Me,
So I Followed Close,
His Every Whisper My Favorite Dose.
He Was Quiet,
Reserved.
I Was Hungry,
But Patiently I Observed.
His Every Move,
His Patterns,
How Easy To Mimic,
Stuck In His Head,
There Were No Limits.
Petty Things That Didn't Interest Me,
I Kept Them At Bay,
Certain Family Members And Friends,
They Were In My Way.
But As Always,
All I Ever Really Had Was Time,
Whenever He Closed His Eyes,
There I Made My Play.
He Kept Journals,
Writing,
What A Passion,
So Enticing.
He Described Me As A Voice In His Head,
A Much Rougher Version Of Hate,
He Called Me Names, Called Me A Monster,
For The Things I Said,
Much Darker Times Were Ahead.
But When I Was Truly Awake,
I Stared At Myself In The Mirror,
I Knew It Was His Body,
And Thus My Mind Grew Clearer.
The Next Time I Took Over,
Certain Things Were Missing,
That's When I Realized,
We Were Sharing.
I Always Knew I Was Superior,
I Reminded Him Of That,
When I Smiled Back At Him In The Mirror.
And So As Time Passed,
I Got To Look At Things,
And Eventually Realized,
I Wasn't The Only One.
Francisco Had Colors For Us All,
Named Us After Emotions,
As He Tried To Understand Us Whole.
But I Had To Get Ahead Of Him,
If I Intended To Stick Around,
Before He Found A Way To Bury Us All In The Ground.
Eventually I Came Across The Others,
We All Started Calling Each Other Brothers.
I First Met Light Blue,
Always Down, Sad And Scared,
It Was Then I Knew I Could Use Him,
He Was The Perfect Prey.
His Name Was Zisco,
He Was Going To Be My Favorite Key,
To Torment, To Abuse, And To Bring Francisco To His Knees.
But He Needed A Little Push,
I Had To Raise Him Up First,
To Show Him How It Hurts To Fall.
Zisco Was Going To Be My "Cool Brother,"
The Better Version Of Francisco,
Friendly, Outgoing, Social Butterfly,
But Broken.
As Weak As He Was,
He Followed Almost Instantly,
He Wanted Attention,
So I Remained By His Side,
Persistently.
I Was Building My Kingdom,
A New Ruling,
But I Had To Get Rid Of Francisco,
Or I'd Be Losing.
It Was Then That I Met Bright Yellow,
Unlike Francisco,
Whose Color Was The Same, But Darker--
Not Mellow.
I Found Out He Was More Depressing Than Z,
He Was Always Crying In A Corner.
It Was Because He Was A Child,
I Didn't Notice At First,
Hollowed Eyes Hid His Age,
But He Was Wild.
His Name Became "Happy,"
After A Certain Overdose Drove Him Wacky.
The Problem Wasn't Keeping Him In Line,
Happy Always Found A Way To Get Ahead Of Us,
I Needed Him On My Side.
I Found Out His Secret,
He Was A Guardian,
One Of The Youngest,
He Had Been Around Probably The Longest.
But That Did Not Concern Me,
Keeping The Library In Check,
That's What Bothered Me.
The Library, As Happy Called It,
Kept Our Deepest Secrets,
Some In Locked Doors,
Others In Weakness.
They Were Called "Memories,"
And He Was Their Guardian,
That's When I Realized Happy Was One Of the Strongest.
The Only Problem Was,
He Was Terrified Of Francisco,
Or As He Called Him, "Niño Francis."
But I Needed Him On My Side,
I'd Have To Find Another Way To Keep Francisco Inside.
I Tried To Recruit Others,
Oh, But How Stubborn They Can Be,
My Brothers.
Then Came The Time When Francisco Broke,
Torn From His Land Of Birth,
Something Else Woke.
Was It The Pathetic Daddy Issues?
Or The Fact Of Leaving Everyone Behind,
That Shifted Positions?
I Came To Realize,
Francisco Already Had Backup,
An Immortal Crab And Loyal Red,
Unlike My Color Of Blood,
His Was Paler, Less Dead.
Orange And Light Red,
Francisco's Balanced Head.
And So They Came With A Plan,
Unbeknownst To Us,
It Was To Throw Me In The Can.
Lucky For Me,
I Was Always A Step Ahead.
Here Comes The Rising Action,
A Most Brotherly Betrayal,
To The Climax Of This Story,
When I Used Another Sibling To Take The Fall,
Something I Will Pay Dearly,
When I Lose It All.
When I Was Turning Z Into My Beloved Follower,
I Came Across Someone Else Who Had First Encountered Francisco's Wrath Of Power,
The Desire To Keep Control,
Always Pushed Us In Further.
He Only Said A Few Words,
In A Language I Did Not Understand,
But Rage, That I Knew,
So It Intrigued Me To Have Him As Part Of My Coup.
I Looked In His Eyes,
As He Screamed,
"Vive!"
And So That Became His Name.
Vive!
Meaning: "Long Live"
So I Asked Him,
What Do You Have To Give?
Long Live The King,
It Was Time To Enter The Ring.
You See,
He Had Plans Once Upon A Time,
To Visit France,
Where He Would Live In Perfect Rhyme.
But Francisco Didn't Want That,
No,
To Remain In Control,
So He Locked Vive Away.
But He Found His Way Out,
To Come And Go As He Pleased,
But Always Staying In Hiding,
For He Had A Gift.
When I Met Him,
He Looked Like Z,
Except For When He Opened His Mouth,
He Was Too Carefree.
He Taught Me About The Cage,
Its Inner Locks And Keys,
Secret Passages,
Our Mental Disease.
So When Francisco, Cangrejo El Immortal, And Rojo Tried To Lock Me Away,
Vive Posed As Me,
Took The Fall,
And Entered The Cage.
He Left Me A Door Open,
One Which I Would Later Use,
This, Was My Biggest Ruse.
You See,
The Enemy Of My Enemy,
Is My Friend.
And So I Used Him To Ascend.
I Had To Gain Full Control,
Full Power,
A Long Time Coming This Was,
Vive, My Brother Of The Hour,
A Staircase To Heaven, He Was.
But As He Always Told Me,
Everything In Life Has A Price.
And If God Wills It,
I'd Pay.
Because One Day He Would Come To Collect.
Vive,
Now Called J,
Merely Used Me To Get Rid Of My Brothers,
That,
Was Just Foreplay.
And Now,
He's At The Wheel,
Bending My Arm Until I Kneel,
Because In The End,
He Found Out Truth...
Does Indeed Feel.
I'd Have To Find Another Way To Keep Francisco Inside.
I Tried To Recruit Others,
Oh, But How Stubborn They Can Be,
My Brothers.
Then Came The Time When Francisco Broke,
Torn From His Land Of Birth,
Something Else Woke.
Was It The Pathetic Daddy Issues?
Or The Fact Of Leaving Everyone Behind,
That Shifted Positions?
I Came To Realize,
Francisco Already Had Backup,
An Immortal Crab And Loyal Red,
Unlike My Color Of Blood,
His Was Paler, Less Dead.
Orange And Light Red,
Francisco's Balanced Head.
And So They Came With A Plan,
Unbeknownst To Us,
It Was To Throw Me In The Can.
Lucky For Me,
I Was Always A Step Ahead.
Here Comes The Rising Action,
A Most Brotherly Betrayal,
To The Climax Of This Story,
When I Used Another Sibling To Take The Fall,
Something I Will Pay Dearly,
When I Lose It All.
When I Was Turning Z Into My Beloved Follower,
I Came Across Someone Else Who Had First Encountered Francisco's Wrath Of Power,
The Desire To Keep Control,
Always Pushed Us In Further.
He Only Said A Few Words,
In A Language I Did Not Understand,
But Rage, That I Knew,
So It Intrigued Me To Have Him As Part Of My Coup.
I Looked In His Eyes,
As He Screamed,
"Vive!"
And So That Became His Name.
Vive!
Meaning: "Long Live"
So I Asked Him,
What Do You Have To Give?
Long Live The King,
It Was Time To Enter The Ring.
You See,
He Had Plans Once Upon A Time,
To Visit France,
Where He Would Live In Perfect Rhyme.
But Francisco Didn't Want That,
No,
To Remain In Control,
So He Locked Vive Away.
But He Found His Way Out,
To Come And Go As He Pleased,
But Always Staying In Hiding,
For He Had A Gift.
When I Met Him,
He Looked Like Z,
Except For When He Opened His Mouth,
He Was Too Carefree.
He Taught Me About The Cage,
Its Inner Locks And Keys,
Secret Passages,
Our Mental Disease.
So When Francisco, Cangrejo El Immortal, And Rojo Tried To Lock Me Away,
Vive Posed As Me,
Took The Fall,
And Entered The Cage.
He Left Me A Door Open,
One Which I Would Later Use,
This, Was My Biggest Ruse.
You See,
The Enemy Of My Enemy,
Is My Friend.
And So I Used Him To Ascend.
I Had To Gain Full Control,
Full Power,
A Long Time Coming This Was,
Vive, My Brother Of The Hour,
A Staircase To Heaven, He Was.
But As He Always Told Me,
Everything In Life Has A Price.
And If God Wills It,
I'd Pay.
Because One Day He Would Come To Collect.
Vive,
Now Called J,
Merely Used Me To Get Rid Of My Brothers,
That,
Was Just Foreplay.
And Now,
He's At The Wheel,
Bending My Arm Until I Kneel,
Because In The End,
He Found Out Truth...
Does Indeed Feel.
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