Vermilioncore
scared
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I’m overcome with a sense of unbelonging or societal stupor. I see myself walking with a cart, in the grocery store, beside my girlfriend, and I think back to when I was a child and how far I’ve crawled from my birth.
Birth is the catastrophe from which we yearn to escape. Death is the escape. But for what? Why any of this?
Birth is the catastrophe from which we yearn to escape. Death is the escape. But for what? Why any of this?
