I think there's been a tear in the fabric
of my existence.
I find myself lost and pondering what comes next,
as if it's not just the death of innocence,
but the edge of a cliff.
Something is coming.
I can feel it.
Jan 15
Jan 15, 2026 at 10:56 PM UTC
I think there's been a tear in the fabric
of my existence.
I find myself lost and pondering what comes next,
as if it's not just the death of innocence,
but the edge of a cliff.
Something is coming.
I can feel it.
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