Now that I do not write,
I am empty.
No love or faith,
No malice, no hatred.
Just passive submission.
To randomness. Going with the flow.
What an irony !
I made my own path sometime ago.
I am empty.
No love or faith,
No malice, no hatred.
Just passive submission.
To randomness. Going with the flow.
What an irony !
I made my own path sometime ago.
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