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I always imagined a faceless, invisible Death. Floating like a wind...

Today, I decide to start fresh. I grew tired of dark thoughts. I will look at the world in a better light.

I had a great idea but it escaped my hard grip. The more I try the less I get.

She wasn't really my friend but she wasn't just an acquaintance. What's this weird thing?

She loved black tea. He loves her. Wrote it for a contest!

A big playground in my head but there's no playing.

Why do I feel guilty when I get a bit happy? Don't I deserve it? Am I the one making myself miserable? I...

Why do we sometimes like people who are no good for us? Cold to us? Is it because we don't like ourselves enough, I wonder...

Someone's smile means so much to us. Maybe even too much...

It's important to be spiritually and mentally satisfied. What is a man that feels nothing at all...?