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solitude makes for great company it never runs out of things to say i am never truly alone as long as i have myself, right? there is a moth in my room desperately searching for the moon something to be guided by, something to follow fluttering in a panic, seeking some semblance of hope a pitiful endeavor are my desolate attempts to find meaning in anyone who isn't myself just as forlorn? but what am i but a moth stuck in a bedroom? what am i but an amalgamation of miserable attempts to find the moon? my existence, just as this moth's efforts, is insignificant we will die the same; confused, alone and ignorantly hoping we will one day find the moon
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Oct 21, 2021
Oct 21, 2021 at 9:19 AM UTC
the moth on my ceiling
solitude makes for great company it never runs out of things to say i am never truly alone as long as i have myself, right? there is a moth in my room desperately searching for the moon something to be guided by, something to follow fluttering in a panic, seeking some semblance of hope a pitiful endeavor are my desolate attempts to find meaning in anyone who isn't myself just as forlorn? but what am i but a moth stuck in a bedroom? what am i but an amalgamation of miserable attempts to find the moon? my existence, just as this moth's efforts, is insignificant we will die the same; confused, alone and ignorantly hoping we will one day find the moon
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Oct 21, 2021
Oct 21, 2021 at 9:19 AM UTC
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