THIS IS A MESS. DON'T READ IT.
I push through the dark thick fog, or murky water (not sure which.), and i clear away a small space. To see through for an instant. Hope. A future? I doubted it was ever there. But i see glimpses and moments. And the veil of intuition chokes out the color, and i shiver. "Haha." i laugh aloud. "There isn't a future. You know as well as I do." i speak to the ghosts of my past, and the silent lingerings of thoughts. You were born into tragedy. Loss personified. Kiss the hardened asphalt and cry to someone who cares. But don't dare waste your time on that. You knew as a child, they would all fade away. You knew the misfortune, and the fakeness of "reality". Now you live it day by day. Seeing things before they happen, but that isn't future, for a future should be looked forward too, and this is certainly not. But it cannot change. Intuition only lets you listen in to the darkness. And the light you are blind to, until its gone.
Dreams are lies, which i must not tell.
(For I've told to many already, to dicern the truth.)
I TOLD YOU NOT TO READ THIS.
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