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"We are more often treacherous through weakness, than through calculation.", was my first thought on that cold morning in May, when I awoke shivering, shrouded in sheets and sweat. It wasn't immediately apparent when I first lost my will to keep living a healthy normal life. Like most things it crept upon me, A silent spider. Meticulously efficient and patient. At first it was a simple deception on my part. Comforting thoughts and scapegoats, tethered to posts, as the wolves of winter descended. Mangled face of the pack-leader, torn and bleeding upon his scars. The trophies of it's dominance. Carefully I walked to my window, one hand drawn to steady myself on the sill, as I looked outside to assess my placement and position in this world.... I wondered how many people on how many other worlds were thinking the exact same things. -Kevin James
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May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 9:26 AM UTC
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"We are more often treacherous through weakness, than through calculation.", was my first thought on that cold morning in May, when I awoke shivering, shrouded in sheets and sweat. It wasn't immediately apparent when I first lost my will to keep living a healthy normal life. Like most things it crept upon me, A silent spider. Meticulously efficient and patient. At first it was a simple deception on my part. Comforting thoughts and scapegoats, tethered to posts, as the wolves of winter descended. Mangled face of the pack-leader, torn and bleeding upon his scars. The trophies of it's dominance. Carefully I walked to my window, one hand drawn to steady myself on the sill, as I looked outside to assess my placement and position in this world.... I wondered how many people on how many other worlds were thinking the exact same things. -Kevin James
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May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 9:26 AM UTC
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