Sacrificing her sanity to protect the sanctity of The Rest was what she considered to be part of what she signed up for- it was a no limit in time and space commitment that she took seriously.
A rogue Thought spoke “I’m not sure I remember signing…”
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Sometimes we do ask
If it is worth believing
Probably, maybe
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Ghosts of broken trust
Haunting every decision
Singing of sorrow
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People think he’s broken
Before he’s even spoken
He has that kind of face
The kind with no grace
Just a haunted,
Tormented frown
Ironically, at home
He’s considered the clown
Trapped in an existence with low energy resources, limited contact with other sentient beings, venturing outside the living space is hazardous as movement induces dizziness… disconnect with reality a known side effect..
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Spending time
Travelling roads
With dead ends
Go Slow
And No Entry signs
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Pondering the price
Is there a trade I can make
To be well again?
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