Mad solitude
I’ve grown into a phantom. One does not simply grow into one, they become one.
I feel no desire to be happy. Nor do I seek solace in this epitome of nonchalance. This is what I want. I sought after this for so long.
I shall build it myself.
Mad solitude
I’ve grown into a phantom. One does not simply grow into one, they become one.
I feel no desire to be happy. Nor do I seek solace in this epitome of nonchalance. This is what I want. I sought after this for so long.
I shall build it myself.
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