I have a two-week breaking point. For 14 days I go through the motions: emotionless. For a fortnight of time, I am indifferent to all things.
Yet on that 15th day I snap, bringing my composure down as well.
On the 15th day, I resort back to a shell of dependency, hunkering away in isolation with nobody to depend on. I become a nail made for a wall, but with no wall to go into. My sole purpose is hopeless and my ambitions crushed.
Want and need expire Then all that's left is two choices To love or To quit Its clear which one you made Or maybe it was never a choice Or maybe you made it a long time ago Maybe I was blind Hopeful Alone Longing
What do you truly inspire, buildings caught on fire, looking for a purpose in this life but it'll just expire, sitting here in all 50 states that's corrupted and dire, telling you these products will help you , they're a bunch of liars, other countries dying for the truth and hope that they've lost, encountering villains with no faces , do they have a boss? if your black , they have plans for you to die and get tossed, try to sway the weak and break the strong , pray you don't get soft.