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Jealous of a dog who can refuse and pout and misbehave, but still be forgiven and treated with pampered privilege and loved unconditionally by all.

Hope to be surprised and pressure eased, burden shared, but knowing that’s not likely and the excuses keep them stationary while you run into exhaustion.

Choke on your smile of lies, hiding pain that keeps bubbling and breaking through cracks. Should you give in and see if the world comforts you? See if anyone cares?

Arrival of confusion, a familiar state that it shouldn’t be surprising, but still the irritation and indignation stain the day and all the plans for after.

Welcome the new, despite their inexperience the hope is alive and enough to keep dark thoughts and futures at bay.

Putrid liquid decorates the morning, welcoming back a lack of sleep and a lack of appreciation for what you have to accomplish.

Today I was supposed to meet you, hold you on the outside and love you with everything I am. My pain is numb, the dream too far removed now to feel as though it was ever really going to happen. That future is gone, time moving on into what-its and regrets. But I loved you.Continue reading “25:332”

Growing pressure of pain so light becomes deadly and movement impossible. Just sink into darkness and pray for nothing.

Stab and withdraw to read my secrets that even I don’t know, tell me the truth at last.