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there’s something wrong at the center of it all. i can feel it pulsing beneath everything, a wound the universe forgot to close. and we talk and build and cry and pray but none of it reaches there. we scratch at the shadow of a shadow and call it progress.
we keep living because we were told to, because it’s easier than stopping, because stopping would mean facing it. but i can’t see the point anymore. every breath feels borrowed, every thought like a glitch in a dying dream.
the walls melt, the smoke folds in on itself, and i keep reaching through it, through nothing. nothing deserved. nothing reserved. just the ache.
and i am so, so tired. i can feel myself slipping. drooping. fading before it all goes. no no no
