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aftertaste
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"I'm…weak!"
he cries, and the sharp edges of a promise, a deteriorating dream, fall around him.
The dull burning of reality pushes him down, flaring from inside and consuming. He doesn't even know how to start putting the pieces back together. Doesn't even know if he wants to.
Where can he go, now that his beginning no longer exists?
Home, home! His heart cries, reaching out across vast oceans of separation and loneliness. Of great victories and even greater failures.
All that answers him is the bitter silence of the world and its indifference's.
Where do I go from now?