All days are littered. Blank and dank. They are better when accompanied by tears. Worse when not. Most days are bad. Some days are diseased and decrepit. Particularly today. Example today. No reason necessary. Low and sunken. So tired and punctured.
There is a hole and I can literally put my hands in there and find nothing. My brain is broken and my heart is empty. The rest don't matter.
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