Anima ★★★★½

sobbing, cathartically, at the dreams which will never come true, the achievements which will never come to be, as imagined; the hopes and desires just out of reach, in close proximity to, but without words. no matter how close we get, there remains the silent distance -- so breakaway, breakaway backwards and sideways and contort yourself until you have an angle at which you can see, properly.

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