• phantasm 6w

    I really wish there was a manual for living.

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    Dread.

    I lay awake at night,
    and as the night swallows my senses.
    I can not sleep.
    So tired,
    yet so awake.
    The future looms, demanding to hear my answer,
    and I can not give it one.
    I am lost in the ocean of night,
    weeping as shadow overtakes the light.
    So many doors, I can't choose.
    So many paths, I can't decide.
    Yet the journey's ultimate end is clear,
    and I am afraid.
    But time moves on, and I am dragged ever closer.
    Too tired to struggle,
    Too lost to decide,
    I await as fate rolls the dice.
    And then it is morning.