i miss being a Part of Something Greater than Me.
seeking to be part of something greater is often what helps lead us out of ourselves, away from the ego, perhaps even out of the pit of despair.
perhaps even to a modicum of peace.
it is rather unbelievable
how far things have managed to come
...
it seems that time stops and waits for no-one.
even in spite of my aphasic anhedonic apathetic fentanyl faze.
9 years now.
i miss being a Part of Something Greater than Me.
mom , sister, father,
forgive my ignorance.
it shall not abate yet, but stay, maybe...
i do not know exactly what something like that would even take, if im being completely honest.
i wish i did.. i dont want this... i never wanted to live like this.... gods above....
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