Cello.
We are going to trust the giant flying sharks?
It all burnt down.
My life.
My heart.
My mind.
My soul.
My feelings.
I dont want to rebuild.
Im fine sitting here in the ashes of my crumbled reality.
Hanging onto the strings of what seemed to be stability.
It wasnt.
Everything was unstable and on the verge of collapsing but the illusion of hope held it together.
The lines are fraying.
Slowly snapping away.
And then...
That shattered too.
Collapsed with everything else.
Now I stand in the midsts of my rubble.
My life.
My heart.
My mind.
My soul.
My feelings.
I dont want to rebuild.
Im fine sitting here in the ashes of my crumbled reality.
Hanging onto the strings of what seemed to be stability.
It wasnt.
Everything was unstable and on the verge of collapsing but the illusion of hope held it together.
The lines are fraying.
Slowly snapping away.
And then...
That shattered too.
Collapsed with everything else.
Now I stand in the midsts of my rubble.
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