{26th September 2016: 1:08am}
We breathe because we need to, not because we want to. We live because we have to, not because we want to.
We survive. But that's hardly worth living for, is it?
We walk around, grey on grey, rain on skin, hoping for some colour, a bit of sun, maybe.
That won't change a thing.
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twilight
Short Story[now i see the stars, when i should be dreaming but how can i dream when these thoughts make the universe?]
