Weight of a Winters Eve

Weight of a Winters Eve

A feeling of discontent brought upon by a simple flaw in my being has drug me into that place where the pressures are immense and the vision is blurred. 

It’s a repetitive process, it’s not if it’s when will it come again. Each direction feels like the wrong one so I continue to live stagnatly. It is a fatal flaw, strip by strip piece by piece you become weathered and unrecognizable. 

I remind myself to breath, you were born into this. 

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