diary

It was my rationality that’s ruining everything, but also the very same that keeps us alive.

I can no longer tell it what to do; it began to think for itself.

Such was never something I committed to, but was compelled to.

We are no longer of the green we were and certainly safe from our imaginations.

Yet we will still be die-trying to have the chance we hadn’t had enough.

But time is our enemy, and it gets stronger by second.

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