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Wrath of reality









Humans are like months.

When we see light, we think its the exit.

But we don't even know if it's fire or not.

No matter if it's hot or cold.

No matter if it's safe houseor not.

No matter the circumstances.

At the end, there no exit.

Only illusions.











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Yesterday
meash

Hi...

Yesterday
11:55 AM
meash

fah, is any of my friends here?