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It isn’t time yet

The path extends along

There has been empty suffering

There has been too much stillness

I have fallen into every trap you set.

Some while I was stepping back,

There is never grace in the ways I react

And crumble

If there is a method to hide how deeply I have failed

I’ve yet to learn it.

If there is merit found in my presence here

It is a secret that will die after me.

All of this silence

Lends a voice to the darkest thoughts in my head

My tired aching mind

Can muster awful threats

Through the panic and crippling static.

I look for hope in poison and in sleep

I am grateful for the fleeting moments

Where I don't feel anything.

I am a sunk cost without fallacy

My best endeavors are doomed to fail

Inherently