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My father raised me to be an impressive man. . His methods were distant and stern. . A sculptor chipping away at stone until it inspired an audien..

I can't tell if I'm screaming in my head or whispering out loud.

facing reality

wake up from the trance of materialism and face your flaws. blemishes of ignorance and disregard.

from the new me to the old you

some things are better left unsaid

it goes without saying

observations of a stranger

what have we done?

Death is your only escape from the repulsive void in your soul.