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Refill through chaos, producing as it disappears erasing all evidence you’ve been trying, pushing, constantly here but with nothing to show, just like every other day.

Return to empty, the magical replenishment failed and you face long days just as drained, juts as distraught, just as done.

Run with a voice and jump to be noticed, inflicting pain so they don’t forget, recall you with negative thoughts but in their minds you linger and for now that’s enough.

Constant need for validation, for attention, for want want want. Can you take a moment to pause or will you combust with empty anxiety?

Send a message from a ghost. You chased me for years to deny my end, burning words of doubt to keep me alive. Here’s my reply: Let me rest, let yourself live.

Hate the words you form but cleanse your hurt with their release, hidden on a page no one reads but waiting for all time to be acknowledged and remembered.

The time between a new interest and the lingering addiction stretches with no purpose, waiting for inspiration to grip and begin anew.

Travel to the edge for the scent of salt and the grit of sand, toss around the leftovers and watch the joy of innocence run to the end and beyond.

Crack from the heat and split to spill the steam of revival, leaking away energy lost before the day has even begun.

Reach the goal and stumble to a stop, too exhausted to celebrate and already seeing the next starting line waiting to be crossed. No time for rest, no time for you.