Genre: Mental Disorder
I am trapped in an eternity of all consuming nothingness silently praying it is a nightmare from which I will soon awake.
What is this, anyway? This life? We wake, we cry, we love, we sleep…but for what purpose? No one person has a true destiny…a true course. No one can be given an answer. We are all one single insignificant spec in this universe. Completely unnecessary. Completely confused. Completely left in the nightmare. The vaccuum of monotony. Life. For what?
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