The days go by, and the inner monologue rolls on. An incomprehensible mantra filling the void. Our own truths are fragile constructions of hope and despair, but yes they do provide some comfort. To exist is a free fall into nothingness regardless and a certain form of self-deception is a prerequisite for finding the strength to be able to tie the tie ... every day, until the end.
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