there is no magic button. there is no miracle cure.
there is only this: we do what we can with what fractured souls we have.
it is not our fault and we are owed reparations that will never come. so we hurt and we wait and we live in the empty corridors of our minds and get lost with the waiting, but there is no magic here. we are the unsung heroes of the netherworld, fighting long-dead foes valiantly in the dark. everyone is blind to us, but don't you see? our victory is that we are still alive, we have not succumbed. in that we are remarkable.
we can only do what we can, and no more.
there is only this: we do what we can with what fractured souls we have.
it is not our fault and we are owed reparations that will never come. so we hurt and we wait and we live in the empty corridors of our minds and get lost with the waiting, but there is no magic here. we are the unsung heroes of the netherworld, fighting long-dead foes valiantly in the dark. everyone is blind to us, but don't you see? our victory is that we are still alive, we have not succumbed. in that we are remarkable.
we can only do what we can, and no more.
sometimes that has to be enough.
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