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A piercing objective stare at the walls of reality always yields the same bleak return.
Mirror bright walls glare, reflecting my inner loathing.
I see my petty goals and realize what has been thrown away so carelessly, i would lose my right arm for.
I seriously just want to become a Zen monk.
This world is not for me, and i would rather dedicate myself than dissolute myself.
Mirror bright walls glare, reflecting my inner loathing.
I see my petty goals and realize what has been thrown away so carelessly, i would lose my right arm for.
I seriously just want to become a Zen monk.
This world is not for me, and i would rather dedicate myself than dissolute myself.