Dark. Dark. Dark.
Everything dark.
I am trapped in a void.
Nothingness.
Worthlessness.
Emptiness.
Loneliness.
And I became numb.
Like everything is nothing.
And nothing is worth something.
And something is a single thing I can't seem to conquer.
And end is everything I want to reach.
The end.
Where everything stopped.
The end.
Where nothing is worth something.
The end.
Where something didn't matter.
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RandomHave you ever felt the urge to write something but your thoughts are so messed up like an unfinished jigsaw puzzle and you couldn't see the point clearly? Yeah, I've always felt that. But, I'm gonna write anyway. This book is my escape. I'll escape...
