there's some bright light that's gone from me now, and re-ignition is impossible. how everything falls, sliding down the walls. i used to be so sure. i had a rope, in the middle of this mess. it didn't matter how bad i was bleeding, that rope held strong and stretched forth into the blackness that is my future. if only i had a little light of my own, maybe i could've seen. maybe i could've seen the rope fraying in the darkness before it snapped and sent me spinning off.
i've been living in this nothing for weeks and i'm starting to swallow it.
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