A brain dump

Some find solace as the years progress. Some find love. Some find an emptiness where space was once held in hope for a significant other. My contemplations of which applies to me hold no sway any longer. Writing this post creates a delusion of its own. Although it could be interpreted as gratitude or reflection…

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Exhale

Breathing becomes laboured when I'm not sure if I want to hold something in, or let it out. Expressing my disappointment at the events that appear to be in an incessant loop feels like an indulgence in futility. I've expressed such disappointment before, yet, here we are. Staring each other in the face again. The…

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