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Today was nothing more than a woeful echo of my life yesterday. And the same is true for every day I have lived ever since I gave up. I don’t remember what led me down this lonely desolate path of nihilism, of self-destruction. I don’t recall a time I felt differently. Blank mind. Blank walls. So I wait, stoic, numb, as silence descends upon me.
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Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 1:22 PM UTC
Apathetic Mind
Today was nothing more than a woeful echo of my life yesterday. And the same is true for every day I have lived ever since I gave up. I don’t remember what led me down this lonely desolate path of nihilism, of self-destruction. I don’t recall a time I felt differently. Blank mind. Blank walls. So I wait, stoic, numb, as silence descends upon me.
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Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 1:22 PM UTC
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