Everything inside of me is a great emptiness. Maybe I've started summarizing things. I feel nothing while I think I'm feeling everything deeply. I don't know who I am, I don't know what path I should follow, I don't even know how to love. I hurt people even though I don't intend to. I'm alone in a crowd the same way as I'm here in my bedroom now. Everything is a disguise. What am I hiding? From whom? I wish I could answer these questions. Maybe one day no one will truly love anymore, not even for mercy. Perhaps when this damn'd day arrives I'll notice that I've been loosing all my life long... or not.
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