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Emptiness.

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LECTURES 277
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Chapitres 14
Durée 1h 10m

LECTURES 277
Votes 13
Chapitres 14
Durée 1h 10m

needsomementalhelp

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Maybe in the emptiness, I'll finally find a way to escape.


But I know I won't. I never do. The darkness is just another cage, another prison, and I'm trapped, with no way out. So I lie there, in the silence, in the darkness, and I wait. Wait for the next day, for the next alarm, for the next moment that will never come. And I wonder, is this all there is? Is this all there will ever be?

I'm so tired, tired of pretending, tired of trying, tired of everything. I just want it to stop, to end. I want to disappear, to fade away into nothing.Tous Droits Réservés

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