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There is no other shoe but you will wait forever, barely breathing, for the thud that will end your torture, not knowing it does not exist. It never existed.

Block out the trauma and rearrange your memories, smile at the grieving because they are wrong. Nothing has died, everything is fine, it’s the only way you can keep moving.

Disengage your emotions to listen to others and pretend it’s what you want while inside you scream and cry and pray for everything to forget self-interest so you can slither away and bask in empty.

Feel the degradation of your mind, reality blurring into fantastic until nothing makes sense and you talk to ghosts who are more solid than your memories. Follow a purpose to cling onto something, anything, and pray the rot will spare you that much.

Stuck in the loop between death and after, watch the smile and experience the end.

Manipulate structure to create something old, an imitation that fails to even move alone. Pour into it too much until it breaks, then watch it try to reconstruct a normal form, one it’s not ashamed of.

Drain my life by clinging tighter, eyes watchful, never wavering, until we both fall asleep forever.

A voice that coaxes your actions, guiding your path, forming your personality, taking control of your being until you can’t remember who you are, what you’re doing, or why it ever mattered.

Rewrite the memories to avoid an imprint that will destroy everything. Struggle to hang on to a sanity long stripped away, while the fast-pace of events refuse to pause and you are swept along to disaster.