Category: the death of tomorrow
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Lie and the Liar
Something inside keeps whispering to my brain that I am going to mess it up, again and again and again. It is like there is someone another living inside this body, like a parasite, and that good for nothing parasite only keeps feeding on any good feeling I acquire. And it keeps lying, just like…
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the greatest meaning
i don’t want to know about the meaninglessness you feel, i don’t want to hear about the thousand chanting phrases you do for yourself or the blame you put on the past life, because here you are on this planet suffering and longing for something spiritually and an emotionally nostalgic world. there is no grand…
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the walls of my room
the walls of my room don’t talkif they do, promise me you won’t break them. the walls in my room don’t talkif they ever do, they will tell you my story my stories of 3amwhen i told them my secrets. my stories of 11pmwhen i mourned myself to sleep. my stories of 7amwhen i woke…