The path sank/slipped/descended into the abyss of my mind, a chasm carved/gouged/etched by despair. Each step brought/summoned/unveiled an unwelcome truth, a shard of reality piercing/shattering/rending through the fragile veil I had spun/woven/constructed. The weight crushed/smothered/engulfed me, a tangible manifestation of my failing/diminishing

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