Decades of reflection and despair; the roots of emptiness exposed for consumption. I can still taste the bitterness. The insanity of life replicating these tortuous moments. I find myself huddling within the same circles. Passive aggression weakens toward passive avoidance. There are many roads yet, the storm always lingers at the horizon. Maybe, it is time for acceptance instead of coaxing this urge to run.
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