Life is a Rehearsal for Death

The slow stagnancy will creep and seep into your life; straight down through you, right into your cold, sore, core. It will allow you to glimpse into your own reality; into all of your own distinct and deliberate ways of inconsistency. A psychological festering within the trident of your emotional values. None of it was ever meant to be difficult or easy; it was just meant to be. Your outlook upon the trident, is a direct reflection of your outlook onto yourself. The three ways. The three days. The three nights of sights and being. None of it should matter at this point. There is only you and I now. The past has been erased by your current mistakes. Only the future knows the absolute truth about you; consequently, your future is going to be the death of you.

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