Days fade into fragile memories as time passes by. Questioning everything, conceding nothing, lost dreams of a reality that was. Too damaged to be loved, too petulant to believe, reliving the nightmares seared into synapse from years of burden and betrayal.
Deep within the bleakest corner of the hollow, the part that has almost died. A minuscule remnant of what was lives on in a hovel, broken promises canopy the sky above. Malnourished, parched, withered and worn but not gone.
Hope grows, you crave this, need this, hope you will grasp it this time. No idea connection could be so complete, so pure, so deep. Eruption of evolution, shed the past in the catacombs of the damned and take your first breath in the life you want.
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