Anders Olifson
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Expressing oneself is why this exists. Writing is my outlet.
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The Death of NC
Once upon a time there was a light in the life of my years. The engaging newfound scenery and sparking romance brought promise. Said promise fell through similarly to the unwavering complexity of a spatial black hole. The mornings sang with an abundance of hope and the nights laid waste to human, physical interaction. Exploration was prominent and vital to the time-stamped glory. Joys and wonders came aplenty; fears and doubts joined hand in hand, though the former took precedence. Masking insecurities stayed hidden within perplexities of this dynamic. The truth was cold, bitter, and utterly terrifying. Could this path truly stay to last? There is no wandering in a personal self-loathing of what once was. The sanguine paradox wrapped in expiration was surely to fall upon us—there is no escaping the penultimate peril of loves former embrace.
By Anders Olifson6 years ago in Humans