sometimes writing just means throwing out gibberish and hoping it sounds poetic 🥰
“No. We are angry at ourselves. For defending, for wanting, for existing as human. For that is what we are — mortals who think they are in control.
We are human, with bruised skin and bleeding hearts and fingers that crawl and crawl toward that which we can never reach.”
— May 28, 2026 06:32AM
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