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Series of posts coming up, just to brush up my writing a bit.

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Revival.

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I have never really asked for more than a simple chance to live.

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Someone of paradoxes and contradictions.

Somehow a part of it, but never truly a participant and a propagator.

In contact often, but in reality isolated.

Enjoys solitude, but worries about company.

Feet on two boats, but falling into the sea.

Too many things have two sides to it, and indecisiveness ensues.

I can never make a decision the same way again, without so much internal struggle.

It's not loneliness, not frustration, not even anger.

It's a strange feeling indescribable by words alone.

You need to feel it yourself to understand what I mean.

I don't even know what to make of it anymore.

I hate this shit. I fucking hate this shit.

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It just hits you. That feeling of emptiness and of being isolated from the world. You are so very very alone, and nobody is really there to listen to you. But what have you got to say to them anyway? There is nothing in your life to talk about. Nothing to share. Nothing you own at all. It is all just emptiness, emptiness, emptiness. Walk across the room to that dark window and survey the night sky beyond. More than ever, it is like a window to your own soul. Just complete darkness and nothingness. There is a sinking feeling somewhere in the middle of your chest as you fear that you may not get out of this ditch. Loneliness has a profound way of encouraging thinking, and thinking leads to what you are suffering now. Pain, does it even have meaning anymore? Pain is overrated. There is a feeling much more dreadful and scary than pain. We just have yet to get around to giving it a name. One does not feel pain. It is something far worse. An inky black sensation spreading across the body threatens to engulf the soul in a flash and devour all drive within you. Then you are left with even less than what you used to have. Which is nothing, nothing at all. There are no bright spots, no light showing you the way, nothing illuminating to look forward to. It is just you, sitting here in the darkness in this cold, unyielding chair, beside a window of darkness in which you can only see yourself on the other side. Funny how there is nothing there to see at all.

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New template. Time for a revival soon.

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:O

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It's been a long time.

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Those who have no place to invest their hearts in, invest it in the most unreachable of places.

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It's just a matter of luck.

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The epitome of the lack of life.

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Every year, without fail, will fail,

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Politeness is underrated.

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Top Must Reads For Holidays:

1) The Great Gatsby - F. Scott Fitzgerald
2) Catch-22 - Joseph Heller
3) A Clockwork Orange - Anthony Burgess
4) Lolita - Vladimir Nabokov
5) 1984 - George Orwell
6) The Godfather - Mario Puzo

Yeah they all famous classics, and read them all before. Hopefully can find other works by some of the authors here, especially Fitzgerald and Heller, damn good stuff. Try these ones for the time being :)

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Unreasonableness.

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Revenge will be very sweet. Very sweet indeed.

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Developed a habit.

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Think vengeful thoughts.

726

How can you have freedom of choice if you do not have the choice of freedom?

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What you give to me, I will give back twice as much.

What you take from me, I will take it back twice as hard.

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All who wronged me shall understand what is right.

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It is not about what you see. It is more about what you do not.

722

Turn your back on the world, towards cold, hard loneliness.

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Living So Italian got me possessed.

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5 damn bullets.