This is a picture of a mountain with ice on it

She weeps, weeping harder than I’ve ever seen in these past months. I mark the calendar, still taking it all in. I’m lost, we’ve been at it for so long that I’ve forgotten what true happiness had felt like. We all deal with pain our own way, in this I fault to my vanities. Sinking me into the abyss; I whisper one last word to end my show.


Fallen I’ve become; to Human Tendencies.


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