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hauled up with a cavernous protector far away from the dawn light loss of distinction, morn and night departed from those you love casting a thought to before you were a passenger laid bare in this damp shelter waiting for the walls to cave in the days you took pleasure in the meaningless endeavour of the artificial existence are replaced by days so broken by monotony and the plight of the many so you sook a life most solitary where your thoughts weigh heavy each day you think of them their optimism and naivety as you draft another letter destined for nowhere as years take their toll and the days feel like weeks and your joints ache with growing ferver you draft another letter
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Mar 29, 2018
Mar 29, 2018 at 11:35 AM UTC
The Hermit
hauled up with a cavernous protector far away from the dawn light loss of distinction, morn and night departed from those you love casting a thought to before you were a passenger laid bare in this damp shelter waiting for the walls to cave in the days you took pleasure in the meaningless endeavour of the artificial existence are replaced by days so broken by monotony and the plight of the many so you sook a life most solitary where your thoughts weigh heavy each day you think of them their optimism and naivety as you draft another letter destined for nowhere as years take their toll and the days feel like weeks and your joints ache with growing ferver you draft another letter
The hermit in this little tale is tired of the structure of everyday life, and has escaped to a place where he can live on his own terms.
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24/M/England
Mar 29, 2018
Mar 29, 2018 at 11:35 AM UTC
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