Thursday, October 15, 2020

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Twisted and tattered, her soul torn, stained, from a life marginalized. Hope became a foreign concept she could no longer fathom. Existence, nothing more than random dates on a calendar with each forced smile carved on her cheeks for its in pain she was baptized.
He wanders alone along his journey, knowing that is best for everyone. The thing he became, such a far cry from the visions of long ago. Numb to all going on around as life passes by, safe in the cold comfort alone he could do no damage. Brightest thoughts that flutter in his broken mind, that one day he would shut his eyes and never again have to see the sun.
People passing on the streets, never knowing the demons each face. Strangers sitting at the same dinner table, going through motions they no longer know or care why. Generals barking orders at the troops, turning them against each other for no reason and yet all clap and cheer them on. Planet burning around us as we watch our phones for the latest posted update.

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