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Ok. Well. Life seems to favor the ones who can’t handle the weight, and select them to suffer. The ones who brace are the ones most hurt. Yet when you brace, it only makes the impact worse. I mean, look at me. Braced for the abyss to swallow me whole. All the while, my thoughts loop to Timbuktu and back. Dipping into the darkness. The fog, the haze. Obscured what used to be heaven. Distorting it into the void. As static consumes everything, I only think one thing. Just stop trying to save one whose time is up. Who is long gone. Not really even here. With a numbness. Im sure you can all see. No more lies. Yet truth always impacts more than any lie could. But without, it would only swirl. Stronger silent.
