Days swallowed by hidden malaise. Soft-plucked heartache strains, and a weeping warmth. Reliving the memories of imaginary friends that look like perfect nostalgia. An emptiness in the completion of shearing off a piece of my soul. The unsatisfiable want of wanting. A deep and subconscious terror in the realization of missing futures. Stealing pockets of loneliness in the suffocating public. Zombies feeding me their brains. And I'm so tired lately. So tired.
4:27 p.m. - 2022-01-18
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