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Posted Friday, March 8, 2024

3mo

INFP

Leo

3

4

Just wanted to spit it out...

Beneath the night's veil, where stars sequentially fade into oblivion, darkness envelops the world in its cold clasp. Silence, so profound that it becomes nearly palpable, carves out a desolate expanse of loneliness, even amidst the crowd's heart. Encircled by the debris of shattered dreams, we confront the inexorable descent into decay, and death, paradoxically simple yet so profoundly difficult to embrace, murmurs promises from the shadows. Demons upon our shoulders, whisper of self-inflicted wounds and the allure of self-annihilation, transforming into invisible burdens that pull us downward. Thoughts spiral into chaos, attempting to flee from anhedonia, from the unseen fetters that suffocate every flicker of joy. Within the mirage of freedom, where the blade appears as the solitary key, the self, fragmented and torn, battles with the burden of the coffin's lid that seals the narrative, hurling everything into the void of nonexistence. Sorry if it hits you, i know its heavy...