document achieved from: surviving Sera-Tim 7 times
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You clutch the hourglass until it bleeds sand,
but your hands are never full.
You chase the same thought in circles,
hoping it will become whole if held long enough.
What is obsession, if not worship?
What is worship, if not blindness?
What is blindness, if not choosing not to see?
It is not hunger.
It is not love.
It is only the wasting of days,
a cage made of your own forward steps.













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