It's hard to know where it began but somewhere along the road my normal ceased being normal.
Upon reflection, the process of erosion is always slow and gradual. Grain by grain, second by second, minute by minute the process goes on.Wearing away, treading down, undermining and ultimately if left unchecked, destroying.
There are no days off, no happy hours and no respite. From that war there is no discharge. It's soldiers are regularly conscripted and carried away without consent...
So i
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