To all those who wonder,
I am L.
I don't write much but when I do it's because I'm feeling something.
Something I don't enjoy.
Sadness.
Pain.
Hatred.
Anger.
Happiness too.
I enjoy the feeling of numbness.
Or nothing at all.
Don't comment.
Don't contact me.
Don't vote.
Don't like.
Just read, consider, and admire.
Goodnight.
-L
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