Life asked death:
Death, why do people love me, but hate you?
Death responded:
Because you are a beautiful lie and I am the painful truth.
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The dark abyss that is my mind: part one
PoetryDo you know that feeling? Nothing matters, nobody cares, life has no meaning. That feeling that you want to just give up? That all you do is use up space and annoy people? That everybody is better off without you? That's me everyday. Every single da...
