Third day, second post

Isn’t it funny the things we decide we’re capable of when the depression fog has lifted for just a little too long? How will we survive this hope?

You show me how to stay alive in this world, and I’ll show you how to break apart, slowly, imperceptibly, until we are a thousand tiny particles held together by the belief that there is something, besides this, that matters.


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