I find myself in a cold place, distorted over time and drenched in a bittersweet substance of vagueness of the past. The players are the same and so are the antagonists. Wanting something I can never have. Wanting something not in reality... A dream... A fantasy...
Wanting to be rid of dregs and dross that cling like a cat. Yet I stand here waiting...
Depression wasn't really here this morning but damn it is now. Now what...
This fear.. fear of moving from an unknown position... Fear of the unknown? Fear of losing more of what I don't have already.
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