Here I am, neither living no wondering how I came to be. All that has come before me, and all that will come unto me, are effaced my silence. My mind does not resonate with anything, nor my ears listen. Words, syllables, they wiggle through into my head, I try to comprehend yet nothing forms, nothing forms. I no longer remember, I no longer recall and can no longer witness anything at all.
“I bear the wounds of all the battles I avoided.”
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*google quote*
Hai A. To reply your previous comment, perhaps what I feel is not dying a little, just losing out the will endure, when i realize what i have endured is very, very little.
Must shun these thoughts.
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