My Imaginary Things
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Last published Tue, Apr 22, 2025
World is cruel enough for us to live on.
But did we think it through ?
Whether it's the world fault or the nature in it ?
I'm in my denial era that it's too confusing for me to process it all in.
But now I'm just a vessel living in without a soul.
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