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The Way I Am

Dissentient

We're exhausted and our souls have grown weary. Just like the clothes you wore grew worn, your soul also wears out. Soon, the tiredness will overwhelm all and there will only be a darkness surrounding the hopes of the souls' wandering. Does life matter? Does it matter? Does it? We ask this question many times. We struggle and frantically kick the air about us but we hit nothing. We're all alone. We suffers alone, and all we love, we love alone. Some love wishes are granted, and some are rejected. Some death wishes are granted, and some are rejected. Some hope wishes are granted, but some are crushed. The world we live in is as such. Crying out, "Cruel!" doesn't help anyone. No one cares, no one sees. No one sees the hand drowning in the midst of the wide diversity and assuming it as a waving hand, non fathom.... [Read More]