I'm witnessing us fading away like dust with no urge or a single motivation that could obligate me to stop this and mend the brokenness that lives within the empty voids of us.
I'm tired of watching, having no passion and losing all the interest I have to repair what is unfixable or what i made it be so.
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RandomIt was all about surviving. Notes: -Not all of the written thoughts relates to my personal life. I may just felt in need to write such a thing, but yeah, they all end up leading to the same way. -One of the thoughts was deleted, it was too harsh to...
