Wednesday
Nothing changed. It's still hazy. I'm still
here. Magic doesn't exist, does it? Have
I given up too early? What if I just
needed one moment longer?
No, magic is for children.
Get a grip. I can't breathe.
I need to breathe. I forgot
how to breathe.
Help me,
please.

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Post Meridiem
PoesíaI'd do anything to save myself. Hell, I'd even change the world.