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____ Mmmh… a new, swollen blister blooms upon my eye, a testament to my silent suffering. My mind lingers in the shadows, a flickering flame that refuses to extinguish, yet devoid of dreams. Each tear I’ve shed is trapped within an ancient jar, sinking into the depths of a vast ocean, yearning for the tide that might one day carry them away. Will my dreams rise again, soaring like a fleeting spark, threatening to pierce my very soul—or perhaps the dreams of those who dared not believe? Mmmh… my heart beats in rhythm with the relentless march of time; the ticking of clocks, their gears grinding slowly— half-alive, biding their moment until the final hour strikes. My imagination relentlessly pursues a dream, even as they dissolve into the void of oblivion. My chest has hollowed, teetering on the brink of collapse under the weight of my self-imposed despair. For every bridge I’ve traversed or set ablaze, I feel the presence of a solitary bridge, echoing with loneliness. Yet, one might surrender hope— if only…
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Dec 8, 2024
Dec 8, 2024 at 10:12 AM UTC
If only... [What's your reason for not giving up hope]
____ Mmmh… a new, swollen blister blooms upon my eye, a testament to my silent suffering. My mind lingers in the shadows, a flickering flame that refuses to extinguish, yet devoid of dreams. Each tear I’ve shed is trapped within an ancient jar, sinking into the depths of a vast ocean, yearning for the tide that might one day carry them away. Will my dreams rise again, soaring like a fleeting spark, threatening to pierce my very soul—or perhaps the dreams of those who dared not believe? Mmmh… my heart beats in rhythm with the relentless march of time; the ticking of clocks, their gears grinding slowly— half-alive, biding their moment until the final hour strikes. My imagination relentlessly pursues a dream, even as they dissolve into the void of oblivion. My chest has hollowed, teetering on the brink of collapse under the weight of my self-imposed despair. For every bridge I’ve traversed or set ablaze, I feel the presence of a solitary bridge, echoing with loneliness. Yet, one might surrender hope— if only…
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27/M/Zimbabwe
Dec 8, 2024
Dec 8, 2024 at 10:12 AM UTC
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