non existence
a burning teardrop, lost in a maze of emotion, hoping to release itself unto the world, through the tears of the hopeless, lost, unloved souls, like me, like all of us, dealing with the demon rising inside of us, pretending nothing ever goes wrong. hoping fruitlessly that we can overcome our lust for the normality of our world, knowing that our greed is growing and is consuming our very existence.
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