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I don't know what to call this.

by renae

Staring at the table, zoning out and drifting away to somewhere distant. It seems to be happening to me a lot lately. Focus escapes through my thoughts, they’re too overwhelming to conquer. Spinning now, out of control I cannot return to what was once coined "normalcy", It's far gone now. Pitch black and heartless is not something I bow to. Bubbling hatred has never existed in me before now. How do I continue forward when time seems to be rushing behind? Heading back to an ancient time I've never experienced. The grandiose horn who speaks larger than life is actually the smallest. The loud arrogance of one with no power. One stone is all it takes to crush the entire statue. It crumbles to dust as if it never existed.
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F / American
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F / American
Published
Feb 12
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