ㅡ [ # ] d e a d d o v e : d o n o t e a t .
where the epiphany fragments the line for torment;
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Words need not heed what dictates my fate in this borrowed existence.
All I ask is for whatever purpose I am to fulfill, and alas, receive the end I've had long yearned for; to achieve the eternal peace, and nothing less.
This was a ruse. This is now my child. I have officially grown an attachment to this dumb creature, and him only (including the cat, but she remains an arm's length away from him).
Sending photos to anyone who cares. This face deserves to be perceived and appreciated, after all.
With the morning alarms wreaking havoc, my mind blanks yet again. I'm meant to have plans today, but I've already itched to sabotage it and reign free from its impending uncertainties.
Now, I'm with scrapped plans and stuck with the dreaded cycle. Nothing new, as per usual.
Perhaps it's my head that's been taking a toll on me and the lack of a social environment... but I really ought to speak to individuals other than my neighbors if I plan on remaining sane for the time being.
Would it be worth the risk? Absolutely not.
Would it help? Probably.