It bums me out to see good space wasted. To watch something valuable fall apart.
It even comes with a good view.
But sometimes the best of potential doesn't mean ...
you can see the forest through the trees.
Things get twisted.
The blinding light shelters the fear.
Although there may be a beautiful view on either side...
I find myself stumbling on the same paths, going in circles (literally), trying to get to a certain spot, but it's the wrong way, because I end up on the same path that doesn't go to where I'm trying to find, and it's creepy and disorienting.
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