Oh, what an involuntary life, tainted with mud and misery. Why do we all live on this fucking land? What brought our soul to this land full of vulgarities? Why do we struggle every day if our path is predestined? Why is there no love? Or is it just another lie. What is this warmth that protects our hearts? Or I could be gone. I could be a phantom. Would I then forget the empty hopes volume after volume?
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etrends answered · September 14, 2020
It's nice! There is a lot of meaning in your words!