will i stop pretending that the rush is gone?

close the door, turn off the lights and go on.

we are doomed by our being; we are wrecked by nature.

not understood, non defined, persona non grata.

the skill is to feign.

the art is the refusal to feel.

together we journey on the long night.

pretending to heal.


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