Everyone is fruitless in their aspirations
And just as it has always been we still walk around pretending that everyone isn't dying
Living, breathing stories that if aren't written are somehow forgotten
and who better to tell them than strangers wasting souls in the pummelling grip of silence?
Lick your fingers
Turn the Page
You are what is imagined of you
And there is nothing more terrifying than this.
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