He feels nothing but emptiness surrounding him, so he fills his life with online games and vodka. He doesn't leave his room anymore, he's locked up there all alone with his dark mind, Internet exists for people like him, to let him escape the cruel reality he's living, the heaviness he's carrying with him, for the Internet is filled with people like him.
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PoetryMy mind is dark, intensive and sexual. P.s: This is a mature content, and may get sexual at times. Please read at your own risk. Higest rank #10 as of 13/3, 18/3, 24/3 #9 as of 30/3 #6 as of 3/8 #3 as of 4/9 And #1 in sad poems tag 4/9
