Only now i got a bravery to write. Only now i realized i've wasted my time cursing all alone, when i can curse together with another curser.
I was once blinded by hate, I was once blinded by love. I was once blinded by the definition of life; it wasn't beautiful at all when you acknowledge the truths.
Life is all about a heavy chest, a teardrop..
Life is to be written,
Life is to be recorded,
Life is not to be suffered alone.
We shall strive together;
For a "betterness".
Should we go nihilist for this period?
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Tragedy Aesthetic
PuisiWhy soothe our heart to accept that life is beautiful, but it wasn't. We love to say something nice to ourselves because it feels good. But we lied to ourselves. Tragedy is Aesthetic. Life's full of surprises.
