There are times when you feel like the wind is suddenly sucked out of you. When you want to shut down. Stop. Leave everything in its place and excise yourself, a hole from the fabric of reality. And yet, you cannot. Despite your deepest wish to simply disappear, whether whole or by parts, you cannot. The human experience can be a cruel, harsh event, for you are allowed neither respite nor response. You are stripped down to elementals leaving you torn and shredded, a piece of spiritual meat on the world's spit.
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