a false start, a teased sense of hopefulness. things getting better then decline. shots of treatment like a sickness of my mind & heart. just a taste of greatness only to make me immune to what i need. beautiful visuals & waking moments wrapped in a need for no end. ignoring time yet cursed with bad timing. stronger in the sense of being self-aware. i miss it but this ship must sail forth. the rest of my mind seems at ease as ghost stories reach final pages of endless chapters. anchors are lifted as i press forth on open waters. a new beginning or just a better sense of clarity. what am i to make out of all of this? i'm missing more than just the old me. here i go removing the layers. s.o.s. still.
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