Life, full of lies, cloaked in eternal deception
Work, full of drudge, covered with infinite frustration
End, thus life, end, thus work
One without the other
Thursday, October 14, 2010
The Game
Stripped of the useless emotions, I am who I was, but for how long? I wonder. I yearn for that sickly sweet feeling of love, but am full aware of the destruction it brings. It is wonderful while the feeling lasted. Let the heartbeat die.
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