Futility. The negotiations between future and past have reached
stalemate. No hope of reconciliation. Purpose is lost. Attempted
meaning constructed with useless emotion from the bowels of
self-loathing and heartbreak. Drawn and quartered from the
fabrications of nonsense under the guise of virtue. Self-serving
undertakings of a frivolous nature deconstructed by the weight of
irrelevance. Deaf and blind persistence fueling the despair of once
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