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Apr 27, 2025
I am running out of patience, slowly, steadily, like fragrance, oozing out of a bottle of perfume. I am in a silo, which feels hollow, as my boat doesn't float, on water which is shallow. Numerous steps forward, my dreams are cornered, visibly diminished, but not lacking in character. Patience is pain, I forget it's virtue, the strength I need to regain, to carry on again. I am tired, and yet inspired, to do the things, I desired.
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