every single day that has passed has left me tormented by the fact that youre gone. the world seems to only exist to remind me of your absence, and I, in the background of conscious thought, somehow still expect this twisted reality to correct itself. that youll somehow appear randomly, and our conversations will then go on as if nothing ever occurred. i find myself frequently weighing the possible options to trade for your life, and so much that continues to exist today, would be an instant swap. but its never that simple. to see what people around me have become, the fleecing, the corruption, the homogenization, the dishearteningly unabated dilution of their staunch souls, weighs me down with the realization of how dim my surroundings truly are. the world suddenly became heavy with limitations and requisitions and vanilla-bland domesticated pursuits, everyone became adults too soon.

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