It is known by the seers of the void that they will stop at nothing to move together through the fight. Though the chances spit on their hope, they do not hinder the being of Truth. Appeasing mind with a word stream does nothing for the trapped emotions, which sizzle invisibly and pull the strings within, starkening the yearning void inside. Fix me or kill me, he feels. The middle ground is torture.
Saturday, August 31, 2019
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Living a life of borrowed goods and pressing goals, always having what is not mine and always owing what I don't have. Unpleasant.
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Thoughts are like a firefly's twinkle. Some of them are seen. The rest, no one will know of them.
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Emotionally retarded. One day I realized it. Been trying to catch up since.