Days were dark.
Nights were unbearable.
And every second in between absolutely needed distractions.
Sleep brought momentary peace.
A chapter break.
Peace of mind.
A comfortable pause from unsettling directions that the mind tended to take.
The untamable became tame.
But as time ripped the moments from my unsteady hands, I was to begin again.
The thought of waking up brought dread.
Every. Single. Day.
A blurry future is the clearest it could bring. If there was one to even consider.
Hardly alive.
Only existed.
Wished for a conclusion.
But of course, one never came.
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The Sad, The Happy, The Mad; The Everything
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