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Current MAGA admitting they now feel duped never look back on how much they let slide.
'Two weeks' was a joke. The epitome of white mediocrity. Trump was routinely humiliating MAGA with these beyond empty promises.
'Duped' means nothing without atonement, penance, and reparations.
this time in two weeks? we could be watching byler kiss. i used to dream of times like these and it’s. finally. happening. it will all be worth it in the end.
I can’t wait for the first edit of hl2vrai. Firstly because it’s obviously gonna be amazing, but also actually a lot because i listen to hlvrai and hlage to go to sleep, and I can’t wait to add hl2vrai to the rotation
Jax would you perhaps like some more sclera to your pupils?
Two Weeks
Two weeks.
It’s only been two weeks,
but it feels like a month has passed.
At 3 a.m. I can’t close my eyes.
It’s the only time my mind feels clear,
after the fire in my head finally cools.
Then I sleep,
and the routine doesn’t fit anymore.
No morning texts.
No pictures of your walks.
No sleepy accents before work.
My body still waits —
like one of these mornings will change.
I brace for it.
Is today the day something shifts?
Like when you used to tell me about your day
and we’d talk about nothing
that meant everything.
Like we were planning forever
and knew this wasn’t just nothing.
Laughter used to live in these walls.
Now it echoes, remembering how close we wanted to be.
The playlists still play.
Grief spikes in cycles.
Is it really over?
Could I have done something different?
I hate you.
No, I don’t.
It just...hurts.
I check online
like reading tea leaves
that never answer back.
I imagine you sleeping in my clothes —
the scent still overwhelms your heart
while you wish I was next to you.
Wondering if you question it too.
If this was right.
Or just right for now.
Each day
my body braces a little less,
with a little less hope
than the day before.
And maybe surviving
is all that’s left.
This is the source of #Trump’s power, and we can disarm it, if we choose.
The greatest failure of our democratic republic is that of the fourth estate.