I am not able to channel any emotion from within, but instead, from the atmospheric setting of which I am in. Smiles mean nothing more than a tiring stretch of muscles. Laughter means nothing more than coughs of air. In this world, one's existence means nothing more than just matter.
(d.r.)
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Black & Poisonous
Poesia"She had 50 days left to live. She had 5000 words left to say." A compilation of 50-word poems by a child who longed to see a better future than the one they've set for themselves. Each piece takes 12 seconds to read. #833 - 27/05/17 #687 - 28/05...
