|When I face the stairs—the forward path telling me to go somewhere, I realize
I don’t care. I just don’t care.
What is love? What are friends? What is real life?
I’m not sure, not even sure if that stuff exists anywhere.
I’m alone, I know, but this feeling is more, much more than
Simply “life’s not fair.”
What’s out there?
Ghosts and Monsters?
Happiness and love?
Betrayal? Stories? Atrocity? Mankind? Genocide?
Just more loneliness on a silver note.
A note that does not belong to any of us.
Is it even real?
You don’t know, either, do you?
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