I think who we truly are and what we actually stand for downs on us when things start to fall apart. Then all our attempts at escaping seem to not make sense anymore, the regret of knowing that we could have done better and made safer decisions is the hardest slap to the face.
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We The Void
PoesieHopefully these vile trenches can be illuminated. Hopefully the deep abyss can turn into paradise. Hopefully.
