Everyday

Everyday that goes by, the world dies a little. And with it, so do we all.

This thin facade of reality, breathe and it falls away. At least a sweater has a thread to pull and keeps you warm. This reality is cold, fragile and unforgiving.

‘Shhhh… It will all be alright,’ whispers no one.

‘Here, have a hug,’ whispers no one.

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