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Path Painted White and Clean.
Take that look what lies beneath
It’s hard these days.
Feeling paralyzed I cannot move forward along this path, nor that one. Standing still my feet get colder as they rest on the concrete. Rest as in motionless, they still hurt from the rocks beneath. I tell my mind “Go that way!” It does, but my body goes another.
It is dragged by the people I live with. It is torn by the actions THEY live with. They live with what they believe to be alright, by what they believe is pleasure without consequence. POOR PEOPLE OF THIS EARTH that .. I Love. I hate you! Why do you torture me like this?
If you could hear my screaming in these words, THAT PATH IS ONLY PAINTED WHITE! PLEASE! … PLEASE PLEASE!!! Look! LOOK! whats underneath…
It ends, i promise you that. It ends…