He attempts to rest in a medicated purgatory waiting, potentially in vain, for a half dead dream, constantly bombarded with waves of ash and flame, standing on the precipice driven mad with hopeless longing. Asking the empty air the questions that have no answer.
The one and only question he doesn’t dare speak aloud is “Should I jump?”
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Author:
LostintheDark23 (
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- Published: November 11th, 2021 17:46
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