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- Here, it is Purgatory.
- Here, you cannot say a word without fear of apprehension or a complete breakdown.
- Here you cannot speak your mind.
- If you manage to do so, the words are labelled as faulty and returned to the sender.
- You must pretend to survive here.
- You must lie and allow them to perceive your mental state at a certain limit described commonly as “okay.”
- You’re okay here.
- You’re appreciative here.
- You are seemingly alive, enjoying the little things that give you hope.
- You are depressed here.
- You do not enjoy a word from their lips.
- You cannot bring yourself to confirm the fact that you wish you were dead, but it sits there, simmering under the surface, about to boil over.
- You stay awake as much as you can, trying to salvage some form of control; trying to make up for lost time spent withering away.
- Time better spent on someone worthy.
- Time better spent on something to spend it on.
- Time better spent on something useful.
- Something productive.
- Someone worth while.
- Someone not so disgraceful.
- Someone not so pathetic.
- Someone not so paranoid.
- Someone not so insane.
- Someone not you.
- You keep these thoughts under the foam rising to the top, struggling to hold them down.
- Carbonated, they fizzle and hiss in their presence.
- Here, it is Purgatory.
- A massive entanglement of stressful events chipping away at your health.
- You try to stay occupied.
- You try to stay distracted.
- You try to stay stable.
- You try to keep yourself from imploding on the spot.
- You manage.
- You don’t know how to cope.
- You stay silent.
- What is more important?
- What means more to you?
- Is it worth the risk?
- Is it worth the loss of trust?
- No.
- It is not.
- Is it worth the sacrifice?
- Is it worth it; harming your friends for your own selfishness?
- Is it easy?
- Is it something that wouldn’t faze you, leave you blank and closed?
- No.
- It isn’t.
- How do you escape?
- You do not.
- You can’t.
- It’s not plausible.
- How do you manage to survive?
- You don’t.
- The years pile on to build a cinderblock wall, thousands of miles high; an immobile force trapped with you in a glass bottle.
- Your words are worthless.
- Your actions are worthless.
- You want to get it over with.
- But you cannot.
- You aren’t allowed to do so.
- You can’t.
- You won’t break a promise but will you remember it when you’re on the edge?
- Who’s to say you won’t forget?
- Who’s to say it won’t get lost in the malevolent miasma clawing at the back of your throat?
- Everything else seems to fade away.
- You are left with two figures.
- If you go with one, you are promised happiness.
- You are promised escape.
- You are promised salvation.
- You are promised change.
- You are promised the world.
- The other holds nothing.
- The other holds no change.
- The other holds cold, biting into your skin with every touch.
- The other melts and sticks to you like super glue, refusing to be let go lest it scream.
- You cannot go with the former.
- You are stuck with the latter, for as long as it wishes to hold you.
- There isn’t a moment’s rest.
- There isn’t a moment of quiet.
- Nothing is left for you.
- Nothing.
- Only this.
- Only Purgatory.
- Trapped.
- For as long as it wishes to contain you.
- Your stomach growls, but you refuse to move from your personal cavern.
- If you move, you risk confrontation.
- You risk responsibilities placed on your back that were never yours to begin with, exposing your failure and withdrawal and cracking your spine one vertebrae at a time.
- Why bother?
- There is no reason to continue.
- There is no reason to push forward.
- There is no reason to reconcile with the past which held happiness.
- There is no reason to look to the future and hope that it looks better than the past.
- It is just as dark.
- The days are crawling.
- Every second is a millennium, using every possible tactic to drag itself out.
- Every hour is a small forever.
- Every day is painstakingly slow, inching it’s way along.
- Any saving grace is crushed over time.
- Any saving grace is destroyed.
- There will be no savior.
- There will be no escape.
- For as long as it wishes to hold you, you will be held.
- For as long as it wishes to trap you in feelings described as “not okay,” you will be trapped.
- Here, it is Purgatory.
- And it is yours.
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