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Sometimes, fear is the appropriate response. We made it up and it all came true anyway. It started with the slender man. the tall, faceless businessman was terrifying in his own right, but then others appeared. We made it up and it all came true anyway. Fear of the afterlife, of the invisible god.
Why do we continue to run despite knowing the futility? For the illusion of change, of hope when there are no heroes left. We want our innocence back. We want our loves, our lives, our dreams and our successes back. We are forever failing in the face of what could be. It was on another such failing day that I learned I should have remembered those old problems of mine. Please, tell me what it is.
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Why do we continue to run despite knowing the futility? For the illusion of change, of hope when there are no heroes left. We want our innocence back. We want our loves, our lives, our dreams and our successes back. We are forever failing in the face of what could be. It was on another such failing day that I learned I should have remembered those old problems of mine. Please, tell me what it is.
Saturday, October 20, 2012. I will embrace the Archangel. Friday, October 19, 2012. This is a different feeling.
Monday, 26 December 2011. You are in front of a computer. I figured that out for myself. You are here because you brought yourself here. You have not been sleeping for four days. You have been dreaming for far longer. It almost occurs to me that I did not ask the obvious. What are you? I am a mirror into which you are looking. I am what I am; I am what you are. That I did it! .
Sunday, September 2, 2012. Entombed in the insecurities of the present,. Hunted by the mistakes of the past,. Haunted by the spirit of inevitability,. Chased by the ghost of his abandonment. He chose his path like the best of men. And left us here to mourn. My hand sang his eulogy. We lay his spirit to rest today. For we have no body to bury. We sing of his end now. For we lay his aggressors with him.
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