Walking on a rope while brawling my anxiety, Below is a place of peculiar nihility. Tailing behind me, I can hear a ticking chime, I tread with care, my steps in time. ...
The monotony of existence leaves me dog-tired. Evasion brings tranquillity in me, like Running unrestrained on an unoccupied alley. Within the fantasy reverie, ...
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