I do want to give up. Not on life. On the fringes of going nowhere.
Darkness if not an absence of light. Darkness is the inability to realize the light.
Saturday, November 26, 2022
4095 : Optimism
Today I feel battle weary. Like a lonely voice who speaks in a pip sqeauk. The sound of this is not in the audible range.
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