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Blade

There’s a strange stillness that settles in the aftermath of everything falling apart—like the world has exhaled, but you’re still holding your breath, waiting for something to change. You move through the wreckage, unsure of what to salvage, but you know you can't keep pretending everything is fine. The weight of it all presses down on you, suffocating, relentless. Hope feels like a distant concept, something from another life, while the storm around you only grows louder. It’s as if you’re standing at the edge of a blade, every step carrying the sharpness of inevitability.

You search for relief, for an escape, but what you find is the echo of your own pain. It’s not just betrayal—it’s the feeling of being left behind, discarded in favor of something more convenient. The faces you once trusted now hide behind their lies, their smiles sharp like knives that cut deeper with every moment. It’s as though you’ve become a shadow, a ghost haunting a life that doesn’t fit anymore. Each breath feels like a risk, each thought a sharp turn on a blade’s edge, reminding you that there's no turning back.

The questions come, uninvited, haunting the corners of your thoughts. Why did it happen? What’s left to hold onto when everything you thought was solid slips through your fingers? The answers never come, not in a way that makes sense. Instead, you’re left with the quiet realization that some things cannot be undone, that some wounds never fully heal. You wonder if there was ever a point to any of it at all. And yet, much like the sharpened edge of a blade, the truth cuts clear—it’s not about escape, but survival. You move because you must. There’s no peace, only motion.

But even in this desolation, a quiet rebellion stirs. Not hope, not salvation, but the quiet flicker of a resolve to survive. It’s fragile, but it exists, hiding beneath the weight of all that’s broken. It’s not much, but it’s enough to make you move forward, even if it’s just one step at a time. Like a blade carving through the darkness, the will to endure cuts through the weight of despair, driving you to keep going, even when every step feels like you’re treading on the edge of something you can’t escape.

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