Been going on and on throughout a journey of happiness with ups and downs, struggles and all that jazz. Last year, my ego went down to zero ubiquitously because of social order. Full stop. It's that basic with a hint of madness to it. I utterly disguise myself in the dark and feel like running around in infinite circles without any escape. In this world full of masked people, I am one of them. I no longer seem to define genuine from the rabble; oh, how I wish I could turn back the chronometer and obstruct the limitless possibilities I own. I drive myself crazy because I cannot escape the gravity of this world. There is a certain way of seeing chattels and that is limited by the straight line foremost your conscious. I wonder whether there is actually no right or wrong and simple is the manner you go all the way. I wonder whether us, the mortals are keeping ourselves from objectifying our lifespan. The magic within ourselves is like yin and yang; illusions chained to the rhyt...
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