Sunday, 28 December 2014
Entry without a title.
People all around, but inside me endless emptiness without boundaries,the void at times unbearable, yet borne it must be, or life would cease to have meaning and without meaning the unbearable would become unlivable, and live I must and hope I must,hope that the joy of living will return.
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