ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ:@notjustaBagel You and your friends found a spring near the commune one night. Did you know you had friends, ββββββ? You dared each other to get in the water. Squealed at the cold and jumped out before your toes turned numb. Laid on the cool stone and stared up at the sky together, musing about what life would be like in space. You never told them you didn't want to go. You used to worry it was selfish. It wasn't selfish we both know πΌπππππ’ πππ
You remember it now right?
Barely. The me who held β‘haβ‘ memory's been gone a long β‘ime. I guess I'm jusβ‘. Glad β‘o know iβ‘ all wenβ‘ somewhere. When I losβ‘ iβ‘. ==β’
Of course Everything you lose I relive until you are ready to bare it again
Don't be it is my purpose
I know a β‘hing or β‘wo abouβ‘ agonizing "purpose" Suffering is suffering. Desβ‘ined or noβ‘. ==β’