08/04/2026 - 11.02 PM
Echoeing through the cracks of my body, the hollow sounds of the crowd seem to lose themselves.
Like bugs flying around the hills, they go astray, seeking blinding lights.
This is all I feel. The emptiness, surrounding me, barely disturbed by unreachable frequencies.
If only you could be here. Only you, would be able to sense it. Me. Without a purpose, there is no existence. If there is no you, me is nothing but a word, anonymous, without a ringing end, only a few strokes that could fade away.
21/03/2026 - 12.50 AM
Hello... Is anyone here ?
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