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Delighted relief steps out of the exhaustion, boosting a tired body and urging on the mind knowing, finally, the ground has become a little more solid.

Bored thoughts still refuse to close down, spinning as the body lays stationary and refusing to drift into the oblivion every part of you longs for.

Resentment seeks a hiding place for the useful, watching them struggle with a lesser tool and settling satisfaction and guilt for the duration of the deception.

Paint a moment, a feeling, to understand your real self, and gaze upon the outcome, tears of relief and fear as you see the love you carry and all you could lose.

Split my attention and anticipate the discovery of a new thrill in between the daily survival, make every moment a little bit magical.

Leak the poison that will tell all where your health is leaving you, mixing with ill and seeping away motivation, clouding possibilities and fading into black.

Reach a truth that none wanted to face but breathe in release to see it clearly. What colour is your world now?

Whispers of a past you didn’t want but can still touch linger on the wind, interrupting your ever after and forcing one last chaper to be written and relived.

Fear of creating another who will contain your flaws, trapped with your mistakes and doomed to your fate. Break away with hope, for them, for you, for what could and will be.