The sadness will kick in. It will shroud you in a blanket of sorrow. It will become one with your flesh and bones until you cannot distinguish it’s existence from yours.

Leading you onto the trail of misery. Misery, that grows treacherous as the clock ticks away. Filling away those voids with melancholy faster than thoughts do.

This feeling of helplessness will take you down two paths. One being obliteration, and the other being some form of hysteria. Either everything loses it’s meaning, or everything becomes relevant. The past is forgotten. The future is unwritten. The feeling of true free will, when you are not bounded by your morals anymore.


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