Simply taking and not giving

It's like the game that if you remember it, you lose.

Not caring is meditation all the time.

It's a bit rougher than a cut between the fingers. When you recall,

it not only rips open but restores you with false hope as soon as it reheals once more.

I need the hope supply blocked and cut off.

Degrading more every passing second like film, I need it to leave not come.

I printed my bat twice today.