Entry #12

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I can feel the edges of my life fraying. I'm gripping on so tight, but the anchor keeping me grounded is starting to slip away. The rope connecting it is snapping, little by little. Pieces of it unwind, and as soon as I grasp for them, something else falls apart.

Soon it will snap.

Then I'll be floating away. Drifting to nowhere, stuck in some void I can't make sense of.

So that's how things are going.

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