I am struggling to stay sane, every second that passes feels like it is being stretched into a million more. The pain is so constant, so close, everytime I breathe feels like the last.
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We The Void
PoetryHopefully these vile trenches can be illuminated. Hopefully the deep abyss can turn into paradise. Hopefully.
Struggling
I am struggling to stay sane, every second that passes feels like it is being stretched into a million more. The pain is so constant, so close, everytime I breathe feels like the last.
