Tiny dreams and paper houses

I feel like I've been trying to post this for soooo long..... It's the one about the detriment of hope... The pain of definition... The freaking ladder theory.

...but I have no good writing to complete these thoughts. The writing has been lost.

What I can tell you is...sleep no longer exists. And, houses made of paper will collapse...

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