"Nothing begins and nothing ends
That is not paid with moan,
For we are born in others pain
And perish in our own."
I became dull after the hit. As if everything around me existed only to give me a false hope that I'm still alive and breathing. I'm not. If someone would give me a piano to try to play what I feel I would smash it. Darn, I would smash pretty much everything but then again, it's better to walk freely through dead corpses than to be locked down with nothing but your thoughts.
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