The sun is shining but I don't feel it on my face. Its shadow feels where I am more comfortable. Its light isn't my place to be. I feel unclean to be shone upon.
My eyes don't look forward. They look at the pavement. I hope to fall into the cracks and never resurface. I walk on the cracks.
This walk to the shops feels like another journey I don't want to take. I want the end to come quickly so I don't have to walk another weary step. I want to stop now and go no further.
Weary. So fucking weary.
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