Even within the design itself, anarchy groans audibly. And I want to go away. Away, from the grandiloquence of it all.
At times, I feel like a stranger to my immediate reality. Up and down, it does not really touch my ground. And, the long mirror distorts my image in wrinkled irony. Glass-eyed, it mocks my smile, with a tinted veil. I cannot tell what from why.
The unconquerable will is lost, so is immortal hate.
How I wish you were here!
At times, I feel like a stranger to my immediate reality. Up and down, it does not really touch my ground. And, the long mirror distorts my image in wrinkled irony. Glass-eyed, it mocks my smile, with a tinted veil. I cannot tell what from why.
The unconquerable will is lost, so is immortal hate.
How I wish you were here!
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