time.
a lifetime of insults in one place,
bottlenecked. thank god;
hell hath no fury trapped
in frozen glass, waiting.
dreams aren't real. only dreams.
everyone you know will die
&
ghosts only come back as ghosts.
crushing blows determine no victor,
only egos.
posted by that_robot @ 1:01 AM
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the thing in itself. we only see everything but. a million ghosts of all that matter cloud our view of what we want. emptiness permeates, substance dwindles.
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