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Post nine: 9th of March, 2014. 01:00PM
This town no longer owes us anything anymore.
It had written the early chapters of my life
with vivacious hours and ostentatious minds,
refuting the fallacy of being self-debased.
My life is a plot and this town is what's writing it.
But oh, when I realize that there's not a thing that makes sense
and when I do comprehend that I am completely futile,
will I understand the century of clamor against the cataclysm
this town had forced me to grow into?
There's no semblance between how it was and how it is now.
This town is continuing the chapters of my life
with dissipating hours and feckless minds,
with vile treacheries and odious souls.
Now you own no right to blame me for being a pessimist
when you have been rewarded with functioning eyes to see
what a corrupted world we live in.
