Arbitrary cycles draw themselves across my skin with a clinical kiss. I'm left with wrinkles and welts to show the passing of seasons. I break my knuckles again and again against the immutable truth of time. I double down in beating myself into fitness, with buckled knees and aching spine. Free time is sheared away with the fat, and replaced with hairline cracks of failure. All the feeble struggling will be erased by inevitability.
10:56 a.m. - 2017-01-02
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