Extinguished
These thoughts roll by like clouds on a West Texas day. Driven by heat and sunshine. Lazy. Hazy. Turquoise skies. Cotton candy clouds. Like dreams. Clinging to the ether. The float on by. But I’m weighted down by my burden. My fate has become the murderer of peaceful days like this. When I’m done, you’re just a bleeding sack of skin and bone. Dreams extinguished.
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