Cringe

"I said I'm just tired, She said you're just tired"

It's like a tide, forever flowing to and from, powerful and consuming while swallowing everything in its path just to drag it out into sea. There's no point in trying to escape it, a lesson learned years ago. Between scattered debris, dripping blood and broken bones, you get used to the hurt. Numb to it almost, as numb as you can let yourself get without loosing every shred of your humanity. Time doesn't heal all wounds, neither does sex, drugs, or anything that gets the adrenaline going just enough to feel something besides suffocation. The weight on your shoulders is enough to make you go slump and the hole in your chest ache with emptiness. No, nothing on Earth would heal it, but he spends his days trying and his nights hoping. Laying below the stars, above the city lights, while the breeze drifts the cigarette smoke along with his unspoken words.

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