Smoke and mirrors

As much as one can be apathetic about thing there are situations that no matter how hard you try they cut you to the bone. Like a lash of a whip or the blade of the sharpest knife they cut deep and no matter how hard you try keep bleeding. Bind these wounds only prolongs the inevitable and then you start hurting. Then you start crying. Them you wonder if you will fly apart. Come apart at the seams. Still you hold on and still you try. Just how long til there is nothing left to hold to.

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