Proverbial

A life propelled forward, not conscious of yesterday. Unsavoury delights of life assure one of an existence: an existence marked by constant struggle, duplicitous in nature, for there to maintain an equilibrium some able body always swoops in to claim insignificance of your sacrifices, to place weight on their side of the scale and in a momentary lapse declare your tribulations, mere trivialities of a much complex life that you fail to comprehend. Tensions that mount on the pretext of compliance often manifest themselves physically, and as you lie somewhere with a sickly release of the neck, your thoughts aligning with fluidity of a continuum and paralysed movement in the dead cold of the room, the sum total of existence appears worthless in sight, the aforementioned people become apparitions, and you begin seeking an abrupt end to this.

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