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2| i am not a martyr, only afraid of becoming one.
the sensation tugged at my skull.
it pulled me forward.
think this is free will?
this is a will determined long before any of us, and nothing about it is free.
the sensation tugged at my skull.
it pulled me forward.
think this is free will?
this is a will determined long before any of us, and nothing about it is free.
December 3, 2024 at 4:54 PM
2| i am not a martyr, only afraid of becoming one.
the sensation tugged at my skull.
it pulled me forward.
think this is free will?
this is a will determined long before any of us, and nothing about it is free.
the sensation tugged at my skull.
it pulled me forward.
think this is free will?
this is a will determined long before any of us, and nothing about it is free.
1| it lurks in my lushness, so deep that even the strongest winds try lifting it, but ultimately cannot support the weight.
we forgot the name out of necessity; to shield from the inevitable pain of knowing, and not saying. around here, we’ve learned that true fear lies in what you cannot hear.
we forgot the name out of necessity; to shield from the inevitable pain of knowing, and not saying. around here, we’ve learned that true fear lies in what you cannot hear.
December 3, 2024 at 4:52 PM
1| it lurks in my lushness, so deep that even the strongest winds try lifting it, but ultimately cannot support the weight.
we forgot the name out of necessity; to shield from the inevitable pain of knowing, and not saying. around here, we’ve learned that true fear lies in what you cannot hear.
we forgot the name out of necessity; to shield from the inevitable pain of knowing, and not saying. around here, we’ve learned that true fear lies in what you cannot hear.