𝔰𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔱 𝔟𝔯𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫

the blinds gape, blinding hope flurries into the guest bedroom on tha 2nd story
what’s the purpose of hope, and such?
in a way, it’s for motivation for the endless work that must get done.

how many lies are crafted each day by tha mind? by ‘hurt’…? by Fear?
how many distractions come up (& through)?
 — deterrents… bad dreams ruffle tha back of my mind.
single threads
we wanna weave
we don’t leave ourselves
we must face ourselves
we must.

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