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It's all so...empty.
The words, the world, the wrath and want...
Does any of it actually mean anything?
We go about our lives living how we live because it is how the world forces us to act. The way we act shapes the world around us.
I have always considered myself hopeless. I wish to change. But I am so hopeless that it change is not possible. But I'm not the only hopeless. We are all hopeless.
People seek no meaning. We use the smile of a stranger to solidify ourselves and pray that it is enough to allow us to carry on.
I am so sick of seeing the world. Thoughts have no meaning. The words are empty.
The cold that gives me goosebumps and stings my skin brings me pain, but it also brings a smile to my lips. I close my eye and feel the sting of the breeze upon my skin. This is life.
This is living.
The words, the world, the wrath and want...
Does any of it actually mean anything?
We go about our lives living how we live because it is how the world forces us to act. The way we act shapes the world around us.
I have always considered myself hopeless. I wish to change. But I am so hopeless that it change is not possible. But I'm not the only hopeless. We are all hopeless.
People seek no meaning. We use the smile of a stranger to solidify ourselves and pray that it is enough to allow us to carry on.
I am so sick of seeing the world. Thoughts have no meaning. The words are empty.
The cold that gives me goosebumps and stings my skin brings me pain, but it also brings a smile to my lips. I close my eye and feel the sting of the breeze upon my skin. This is life.
This is living.