And by letting go ive suspended myself. And it seems im observing . And I cant even feel because if I feel it wont. It seems like I dont even run my life anymore. Like the universe is deciding what to through at me next. There is something I cant explain it. Its an iron clad mallet. A torn branch spewed in splinters. tearing us apart from the inside out. I know we see it everyday. We feel it and whatever veil throws itself over us in the mornings. To hide the shiny white bones under all of our skins. Splits the skin. I feel suspended in this life and yet its more true then being on my own. Its true and horrible. Like a taste of emptiness. the smell of emptiness is . It drapes over all our lives. And I feel people are getting worse and this is all getting worse, I just want to be gone. in an empty space that the stars would shone in a warmth that shoned through
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