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In Which Repetition Becomes Priming
Feb. 7th, 2019 11:24 pmI should be used to this by now.
This sense of despair.
Of loneliness.
Of helplessness.
Of things will never get better.
And yet each time the tide grows bigger and stronger.
Whilst my being cowers even further into a weakening shell.
This sense of despair.
Of loneliness.
Of helplessness.
Of things will never get better.
And yet each time the tide grows bigger and stronger.
Whilst my being cowers even further into a weakening shell.