Wed. February 24, 2016
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Even after burning myself to the ground and lovingly and precisely laying each new stone, I am still fragile.

It’s hard.

Even after I see others prove the existence of real evil in the world again and again, I still hope.

But not much.

Even after being told my dreams are just around the corner only to watch this square turn into a pentagon turn into a dodecahedron, I still believe I’ll wake up happy some day soon.

And it’s killing me.