BeckC17
My thoughts are unkempt. It's akin to a disorganized closet, the one that people always avoid cleaning until they can't possibly avoid it any longer. Now when I've actually tried getting rid of useless things in there, I find myself physically unable to. This war in my mind is in full swing, and I'm not sure who is winning anymore. The tipping point is getting closer and closer, and decisions will have to be made. It'll be interesting to see what happens.
Sentiment; what a horrible thing it is. It clouds the mind and compromises everything. It takes your heart in chains and attaches the other end to a semi truck as it drives away. Death can only come of it. Preluding death, it turns you into a shell and makes you hollow. Slowly you become a non-person; seen but not really there. Not everyone dies just one time.
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