Into madness. Desperation.
What you can see ahead of you while you are crawling only tugs at your heartstrings even more, when you realize today you are running on empty.
The crossroads that I made my choice at is where I find myself once again.
Clawing. Grasping.
As though I can somehow soften the fall as the ground is rapidly filling the view.
I am silently screaming.
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