Predicted but not believed its forthcoming still shocked the forewarned as the streets hide under layers of white and conceal their scars beneath.
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Freezer blues, four hours of frigid air and bated movements. Boiling water thaws trapped dirt for only moments before it solidifies and cocoons in a transparent prison. Scrape and struggle to clear away ice-encased mistakes and see if anything looks better.
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Miss. Eventually too scared of life to try too stuck in stillness to care, fake comfort masks the deadly threat of not moving until all crumbles away and there’s nowhere left to go, nowhere even fit to fail.
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23:46 Count my steps rate my fitness, does my dedication satisfy enough to slim my fat and build my muscles? Am I making progress at all?
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23:45 Your car is on the drive at eight a.m. so you have no plans, right? We can block you in and shove ladders, scaffolding, our presence in the way, working on a house that isn’t even yours. You have no life, right? You weren’t about to head to the gym and try better yourself.Continue reading “23:45”
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23:44 Story plots that confused years ago are now relatable with time’s help. Maturity changes views, once scoffing at a character’s weakness now seeing the internal struggle and strength they have when they choose to carry on, move on, remember their mistakes but still make an effort to live.
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23:43 Monitor your steps and count the progress of the day. The longer you walk the more your mind clears, your mood lightens and life seems easier, within your grasp, actually able to make you happy.
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23:42 Surgery is a privilege for the skinny, a size eight; only the thin deserve to be healthy. So go away, lose some weight and then we’ll consider fixing your problem to make your life more bearable.
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23:41 The endless cycle of good intentions, forcing your body to its limit then the guilt of illness and losing all the progress you had accomplished.
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23:40 My companiable ornament who has touched my flesh more than my favourite clothes. Would you really betray me by breaking and forcing me to part with a comfort I can no longer feel nestled near my heart?
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