Convert my life data into a gamble of nothing and everything. Prove my time wasn’t wasted, even if it’s just for a moment of recognition, of glory.
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Aching proof of effort that slows your movements the next day, even when there’s still tasks to be done, another crisis to manage. When will peace return? Was it ever really there?
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Hinted predictions that prick at hope even when you know they are formed through bad information. Perhaps a few days more to dream before facing the obvious truth, the continuing journey.
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Black material hidden in darkness, camouflaged from the desperate seeker, trying to be sneaky and failing at the simplest task.
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Ominous signs, a blessing or a curse? It is unclear, only time will tell whether good or ill will come.
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The scratch of excuse to pull away and breathe alone, remember why we’ve added this pressure, what goal will be worth it. Take a step back, recharge, then return to me.
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Unhook the outfit for death, one you’d outgrown the last time it was called on, needing a hasty replacement. But this one still remembers the taste of air, it’s release more frequent than the heart’s recovery. The gaps between appearance growing shorter until more options will be needed to avoid funeral fashion backlash.
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Desire is the enemy clouding judgement and ruling movements with clumsy intent. Bury it, abandon it or risk looking the fool.
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(My cousin’s husband lost his battle against brain cancer, so this is for him) A parasite rested in your brain, eating away at who you are and reducing your life to days. Rest now, gentle angel, devoted father, loving husband. Nothing can hurt who you were, your memory is the greatest comfort for those leftContinue reading “23:290”
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Trading yesterday for a future hurt, overriding a coming pain for now, when I’m strong enough to tackle it. The reverse is too cruel, awaiting nothing but tomorrows of sorrow would make life only a burden.
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