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Well

I guess I was wrong.

I’ll start putting what they’ve sent me below. Probably missing some pages but hey, I did my best. I tried to make sense of the dates, any order but some were just a guess.

They wanted me to try and give my read or whatever but I’m not sure how to do that. They made me this account but it doesn’t really feel like it’s for me, you know? I’m just borrowing it, until they come back. It’s their journals, after all. Their dreams.

I haven’t been sleeping very well lately. Lots of headaches. Reading just makes it worse. Or light, or noise. The fucking keyboard. Anything. Everything.

Classes are starting again soon. Winter term. I hope to see them there, but honestly I don’t know what to expect at this point. They haven’t responded to my messages for a long time now. I guess that’s why I came back here… because something’s missing. And they must be here sometimes, right?

I don’t know what else I want to say.

Let’s see how this works.

-M

we cut the creature open
compounding night by night everything has fallen into a mere fraction of what we have seen now imagine what we haven
't
seen yet

It’s like a well of emotions, unfolding time after time. All the moments have been in the making, every day a sign of what’s to come. The stars still glow with hope and the waves keep spilling wonder. The moon still suspends its magic, lifting us from our slumber. We seek the world, trying to find ourselves and in the depths of this well the answers will be unfurled.
It’s not our place to judge all of life’s troubles and we can only hope that all our efforts and struggles will bring us a little closer to joy and salvation with each passing day.

This well of life is full of beauty and surprise, a place of peace in between the madness and the lies. Take a moment and be still and observe, for this is where miracles still occur and can be seen today.

This is the well, a place of marvel and awe. Embrace its wisdom and you’ll never look
the living city does not want to be seen

does not want to be seen

back again. Its waters run deep and its truths can no longer be kept. Open up your heart, and be prepared for the journey.

Take your time and learn the lessons, for this is the only way you can break free from the chains of the mundane. Explore the possibilities and come back a changed person.

The well will forever be, a powerful symbol of hope and courage. Never forget it and always be grateful. The well will be your friend and guide through tough times, and an oasis of joy during the brightest
. It exists to offer comfort, companionship and peace.

Take a moment to sit and reflect on life. Gaze below to the bottomless depths of the well and be reminded of the depths of our souls. There is a fount of knowledge and emotional understanding within everyone, and when we look deeply into the well, we can understand and grow in ways that we never thought were possible.

The well can be a source of healing for our wounds, allowing us to come out of the darkness and back into the light. It
. It exists to offer comfort, companionship and peace.

Take a moment to sit and reflect on life. Gaze below to the bottomless depths of the well and be reminded of the depths of our souls. There is a fount of knowledge and emotional understanding within everyone, and when we look deeply into the well, we can understand and grow in ways that we never thought were possible.

The well can be a source of healing for our wounds, allowing us to come out of the darkness and back into the light. It
. It exists to offer comfort, companionship and peace.

Take a moment to sit and reflect on life. Gaze below to the bottomless depths of the well and be reminded of the depths of our souls. There is a fount of knowledge and emotional understanding within everyone, and when we look deeply into the well, we can understand and grow in ways that we never thought were possible.

The well can be a source of healing for our wounds, allowing us to come out of the darkness and back into the light. It
sunken city haunted speaks
sunken haunted speaks
goodnight the fear 
and never the sorrow
sunken city haunted speaking fear
rzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

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