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you can only avoid it for so long 

it starts to creep in and suffocate you 

or worse 

you forget 

and that power is lost 

it's a fine line

the smallest of moments 

when you forget the reason why you're avoiding the work 

and the fear is just habit 

so we went to the cursed snake island 

it was awful and perfect 

the trail didn't care about you 

and the wind hated you 

purposeful

meaningful 

there was a moment of peace 

and i gave that piece song 

brass and wire 

a frequency of our magick in the chaotic stillness 

we kept busy and avoided the clingers 

i’m thankful me and curses don't get along 

i could see someone getting lost here 

the bard was uneasy but didn't show it 

her quill has a backbone 

thank the gods 

we got our work done 

it was as it should be 

we asked the captain for our muse 

our question was answered 

we have work to do 

a portal to open 

side note - things are changing quickly, depression is becoming an embarrassment and it seems like i'm being watched, judged, and possibly tested. i got mad apples.