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[this article dates back to july of 2024, when the winds start to blow a little bit colder than usual.]

attrition.

vesper it is as aforetold by the tenebrous skies; the summer slowly kisses the skies goodbye. thunderstorms start to frequent the place and the wind it carries help no one's comfort. 

fₗₒₒᵣ ₜᵢₘₑ! i do not feel deserving of the warmth of my bed. here i lay, i rot. the crevices of the floor release an unnerving yet familiar coldness – coldness to numb the unending grief of who i once was from a long time ago. there is a raging war in my own body and the only way to stop it is that i must die alongside it. i must burn. my carcass shall burn alongside my heavy burden so no one else has to carry such pain that i wail every night for the grim reaper to come kiss me with his scythe.

i continue to exploit this agony and there is simply no way out:  i̵͍̥̿̅ ̷̮̈a̷̻̤͊̿m̸̮͘͝ ̶̖̺̏͠d̸͈͌o̴̗̮͗n̵̥͐͛ē̶̖͍͋ ̴͇̞̎f̸̗̍o̵̿̿͜r̴̥̪̂̑

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