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some people ask me why i call myself "apathy," they know its mysterious. its an emotion. sometimes, people ask me why I'm referring myself to an emotion i never answer their questions and now i am once upon a time, in a land, not so far away, lived a girl living in shame she was losing her best friend, she was losing her freaking mind, she was even loosing herself and in that, she lived a world of neglect, or crying, of depression, of pain she was sick of it, she was tired of it all she didn't want to break and fall and upon her journey into darkness, she met someone. the person helped her, the person tried to show her the light, the person tried to give her "potion" this person tried to fix the girls sadness it did not work she tried every potion in the book, and even went to someone for guidance, for help nothing fixed it and upon that, someone else appeared she tried to fix the girl too she brought her closer to the light, the girl was nearly there, but the darkness called her back it only made things worse people wanted her to see the light, they wanted her to stay away from the dark she couldn't fight her demons caught up with her, they killed her inside she couldn't comprehend she couldn't speak, she couldn't cry, she couldn't function, she didn't feel anything but pain but the pain did end, and then she felt nothing, and always will feel nothing and that's when the name came she started to call herself "apathy" her real name was too happy and to that we say, happy never after
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Nov 1, 2013
Nov 1, 2013 at 9:32 PM UTC
apathy
some people ask me why i call myself "apathy," they know its mysterious. its an emotion. sometimes, people ask me why I'm referring myself to an emotion i never answer their questions and now i am once upon a time, in a land, not so far away, lived a girl living in shame she was losing her best friend, she was losing her freaking mind, she was even loosing herself and in that, she lived a world of neglect, or crying, of depression, of pain she was sick of it, she was tired of it all she didn't want to break and fall and upon her journey into darkness, she met someone. the person helped her, the person tried to show her the light, the person tried to give her "potion" this person tried to fix the girls sadness it did not work she tried every potion in the book, and even went to someone for guidance, for help nothing fixed it and upon that, someone else appeared she tried to fix the girl too she brought her closer to the light, the girl was nearly there, but the darkness called her back it only made things worse people wanted her to see the light, they wanted her to stay away from the dark she couldn't fight her demons caught up with her, they killed her inside she couldn't comprehend she couldn't speak, she couldn't cry, she couldn't function, she didn't feel anything but pain but the pain did end, and then she felt nothing, and always will feel nothing and that's when the name came she started to call herself "apathy" her real name was too happy and to that we say, happy never after
apathy
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Nov 1, 2013
Nov 1, 2013 at 9:32 PM UTC
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