The worst kind of pain is the one that rages through like fire. It burns everything. And for a split second it feels like the world has ended, feels like your soul has ripped irrevocably. Then there's nothing. There's no anger, no hate, no grief, nothing is left after everything you are is burned to ash. The weight is what comes next, the feeling of every freedom you've ever known, leaving. Leaving only the weight of the knowledge that you will never regain that freedom. You are left with walls of fire cured obsidian, unbreakable and never to be removed. And that pain waits like a drug, waits until you're weak and takes over until it takes the only thing left, your life.
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The Faults of Life
AcakJust weird things, that's it, I don't know how to explain it. They're just things to think about.
