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Vacant Aspirations


Tainted. Bluff called. Couldn’t have seen it coming if warnings were shouted across every network between here and Timbuktu.

Time now oozes. Pouring. Overflowing…yet still, discontentment simmers, just below its surface.

Twisted how quickly a dream can change shape, contort, distort, and leave you suffering long after waking.

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