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Truck up on blocks, wheels missing broken window half asleep, shattered remnants of usefulness scattered the ground a requiem for what once was Suitcase packed yesterday full of naive dreams and pretty things placed just so, in perfect rows aligned with what she’s been taught imitation a valid strategy chameleon motivation asks nothing and exists in perfect harmony with expectation filtered through decaying light a sunset predicted it's the darkness that hurts the most Pain is life, life is pain suffering builds stronger ships, unless the flood came before the storm standing in frigid water up to her knees buckled and weak, sweeping the water until the broom became a memory Instructions unclear, she closes her eyes preparing for the worst case scenario practiced, calm, collected never betraying her confusion, nodding in agreement with everyone but herself is who she is designed to be but not in that way, in the way louder than the greyish sludge covering the totality of reality light a candle and risk being seen burned by the flame, steady steady step this way or that way, follow the leader through the bullets time standing perfectly still **** shot hovering too close, too close sleep disrupted by sudden exposure Birds startle and then fall silent a solitary sound echoes through sunrise Earth rotating as it does
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Feb 27
Feb 27, 2026 at 9:56 PM UTC
Halfway Tombstone
Truck up on blocks, wheels missing broken window half asleep, shattered remnants of usefulness scattered the ground a requiem for what once was Suitcase packed yesterday full of naive dreams and pretty things placed just so, in perfect rows aligned with what she’s been taught imitation a valid strategy chameleon motivation asks nothing and exists in perfect harmony with expectation filtered through decaying light a sunset predicted it's the darkness that hurts the most Pain is life, life is pain suffering builds stronger ships, unless the flood came before the storm standing in frigid water up to her knees buckled and weak, sweeping the water until the broom became a memory Instructions unclear, she closes her eyes preparing for the worst case scenario practiced, calm, collected never betraying her confusion, nodding in agreement with everyone but herself is who she is designed to be but not in that way, in the way louder than the greyish sludge covering the totality of reality light a candle and risk being seen burned by the flame, steady steady step this way or that way, follow the leader through the bullets time standing perfectly still **** shot hovering too close, too close sleep disrupted by sudden exposure Birds startle and then fall silent a solitary sound echoes through sunrise Earth rotating as it does
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Feb 27
Feb 27, 2026 at 9:56 PM UTC
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