Oh what a bitter pill I have swallowed, how unfortunate is the cup I have sipped from. How is it that I am surrounded by faces but the cold physique of loneliness is the only one I see? How is it that I am in constant conversation with people I care nothing about? How is it I may smile and laugh while my soul lies crying hysterically inside while holding so many broken memories? I took such a bitter pill that day and I feel I must live with taking it like a prescription to numb my furious heart, frozen in fear and hatred.
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The Faults of Life
RandomJust weird things, that's it, I don't know how to explain it. They're just things to think about.
