Grand Theft Ainhoa

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There is a lot that could be said of a martyr's soul unravelling. Struggle is its basic form of sustenance. It is the delay that keeps their spirits engaged, woven intimately into their mortal coil. The form with which all things sublimate and gives ample purpose and meaning albeit in increments. What little impulse one has will always incline to pursue this one great goal, because a goal is only great when the soul decides upon it and makes it part of itself.

Some days are found of wanting, spent on banal productivity to fill the gaps in between. Some days, there is nothing better than wanting for nothing. But some days...

Some days are so full of copium one just decides they have had enough.

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