Withered girl
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Last published Fri, Jul 17, 2020
Let me tell you something, one day a little girl asked me:
«What is life to you?»
«What is life? Life is white. I never liked white, it reminds me of torture»
«So what is life?»
«Life is an infinitely finite torture»
That little girl never spoke to me again. I don't care, I hate everyone, even her.
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