Wednesday 6/16/2021 11:22:00 PM

 the truth is ours to manipulate. or so we thought. a thunderstorm approaching in the distance. much too sudden. much too loud. 

time is a fever. a perpetual sickness. but the disease is what makes us strong. 

the truth is a flood. it gives us only two choices. learn to swim or drown. 

We enjoyed the edge. It enjoyed us. 

That was more than enough. 

There's no need to forget. No reason to hold on.

There's only life.

Its stunning abyss always daring us to jump.

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