u2october's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Another shitty poem Purgatory Am I here, or somewhere else? Why can’t I tell the difference? The thick fog of ambiguity is dampening my senses. Yesterday was today and today never happened. So it was, so it has been. So it will never end. The silt will turn, the bridge may burn, in time all things will mend. So they speak and prophesy, they profess and diagnose. But I have been underneath since I first consumed the host. 14:40 - 04.10.22 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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