i can read but cannot write. i have nothing to say. emptiness pours forth. there is a futile purposelessness in noting down what i'm thinking/feeling. who cares? i don't and i don't expect others too. i am marooned in a mental isolation that is my own. no use fighting this angst. it is pointless. we are doomed to oblivion, an inevitability that cannot be avoided. goodbye.
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