Another failure, an hour wasted on forcing pieces that just won’t fit. You don’t fit anymore; accept it and move on.
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Small beck of mud waiting for an unsuspecting foot to sink in and disappear, its owner dragged under and hidden forever with a wet sloppy ripple of ‘plop’.
26:78
Pray for a personal win, even a small one, anything to remind you life is good, you’re worth it and even if you can’t reach that goal you are enough.
26:77
Reach the peak and feel the slip of defeat as hope and trying dissolves and all you’re left with is complete and undeniable failure.
26:76
Measure and reproduce a better replica that takes their place, ready to stand tall while the other remains in pieces on the floor.
26:75
Teach a skill when they’ve mastered a more useful one, waiting to be remembered and have them validated as a little more independent.
26:74
Take photos for evidence of a struggle you ignored until it was too late to help, but now blame the survivor for not coping alone. Are you proud?
26:73
Restock the minimum and once again I wonder why I try so hard, filling everything and depleting myself to be rewarded with no afterthought by any, not even a negative one.
26:72
Tip it forward to slot support behind. Are you ready to measure and customise? Or is a template needed?
26:71
Last push towards freedom and a day of exhaustion on your own terms.