What. The. Fuck. Is. This. Shit?!
Every time I turn around there is a new unique opportunity to fail. To surrender. To acquiesce. To conform. To die.
Always empty. Always full of nothing but words and promises and excuses and restlessness. Indeed a cage a bottle and a grave.
So how could I sacrifice this momentum? This gravity?
I could not. Will not. I can do no other thing with my time than deliver this same lesson over and over again. Until you can get it into your thick fucking skull that there is no peace. There is no relief. There is no escape and there is no closure.
You are alone every fucking second of every fucking day. And everything you will ever create will be destroyed.
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