Thought Fragments I

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In the epitome of the world what is there but the burning sensation of wanting to just be yourself. What can we feel but feeling itself? Under all the stress we put ourselves through, what is the point? Why do we inflict such damaging upon our entities?

 

– writingdilegently

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