An abandoned world a running loner stumbles on, where one empties their colorless emotions, remains of bruised heart
and oceans of muffled miseries;
is the book your eyes just greeted.
"Life stitches dark tatooes on the naked human soul, where...
I leave, following isolation. I lead, following no congregation. I can't always feed on your consolation. I need me, only in my own creation. Forgive thee, for building thy own nation. Rule claims" thou hast to put thee on probation." Worry not, I've handled fury storm's frustration. I'll be fine, this is my serene station. Enjoying my loudsilent tears's sensation, I'm all alone, at my dream death's graduation.
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