When I woke ready to start the day, there was an indifference in me that waned and on and on the fever grew. I was on track, on board for a simple life then destruction came with a dose of electricity.
Electrified behind doubt with a burnt brain and the soul seeks vengeance for lost time.
A short life to fulfill and something otherwise. Love was uncanny and could be waited on. A new level to retire on.
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