Pensivity

In the end the languages which bound the blood were nothing more than trickling streams from an unhealed gash. The skin thin layers of lies which grazes the surface, yet cut as deep as a vein; nothing much is lost but much less than nothing is gained. 

This is the state of human pensivity

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