ME. (Part 1)


                    Loveless. Spineless, passionless. Uneven, unstable, unacquired.

All the activism couldn't possibly outrun the passivity. The void of emptiness is the highest level of loneliness that makes the one suffering love the rendezvous of their own darkness. And the triumph is greater than elsewhere. No matter how persuasive innocence - ever so attracting yet too deceiving - one can never elope the endeavours of solitude. It is fascinating to read their eyes showing frustrations towards their own countless efforts to gain such a blessing. By one's lonesome, it is understandable for them to comprehend their solitary to be another's greatest exploit and their own lowest remorse.

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