same

I can't post anymore about being overwhelmed by my incompetence. There are only so many ways to dress up a drowning metaphor. And there are only so many days I can sit on my high horse without it crumbling under.

For once, there are no more words. No words when even the most pungent of emotions like fear and desperation have gone stale. No words when their presence continues fluidly and without break. No words when the plummet is still the same speed as when I first faltered. No words when gravity's pull is the same as ever, and the earth is as flat as ever, and the what-ifs are as loud as ever.

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