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Expose your insecurities by attacking another, accuse of deception to hide your own doubt of who you are and whether you’ve been lying all along. Fear is your only friend now.

Cut away the old and frayed, split with experience but condemned as weak, infecting the healthy, strong and new who have already arrived to replace your wisdom.

Small young life cold and gone, leaving a shell no one wants to acknowledge due to the possibilities it presents for our own demise. Already we experienced more and were not safe from the fate you found. It will end, and people will pass by and forget.

Wake to time that seems vast, full of potential, but complete familiar movements and watch it disappear, just the way it usually does when you rush and struggle to fit all in. Which way is better in the end?

Good intentions causing harm, undermining a chance and sidelining potential growth, yet the sincere wish to help makes you smile and express thanks while you sink back into the shadows.

Sky’s wash soaks your protection and drips away impurities, leaving behind a fresh start but a cold heart.

Provoke the presentation to increase stress and resentment, slash and pile until all is buried and you stand on top of a fallen empire, wondering where it all went wrong.

Plan with the news and organise a life that offers breathing room but more work, yet other plans are in motion, cutting off the opportunity and closing in so only shallow intakes can be grasped until you black out from lack of oxygen.

Seal eyes shut with sticky illness, closing them from morning unless you pry the lids apart, too vulnerable to face the day but too responsible to hide away and let the darkness feel sorry for you.

Ringing and throbbing, a constant ache you can’t ignore and can’t fall into oblivion to avoid, sit as nothing, worthless and wasteful, waiting for relief that refuses to visit.