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But the humour masks terror - an undefined terror - a terror cloaked in comedy. The looks on their faces - the kinds of words they employ - it is obvious. In times like these we sprinkle our terror with ironic humour, maybe in the hope of relaxing our exhausted minds for just a few minutes.
— Feb 11, 2020 04:02PM
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Silence and gloom are always enigmatic, they draw one towards them.
— Feb 11, 2020 04:06PM
Lianakay
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In that moment everything is absurd /
I search my unconsciousness/
For whatever shaped my existence /
In the depths of my mind and soul /
Or the ground /
For a belief in god /
Or a metaphysical force /
I don't find anything at all.
— Feb 11, 2020 03:48PM
I search my unconsciousness/
For whatever shaped my existence /
In the depths of my mind and soul /
Or the ground /
For a belief in god /
Or a metaphysical force /
I don't find anything at all.
Lianakay
is on page 26 of 416
In the depths of darkness /
On the verge of losing all hope /
One still maintains a little glimmer of hope /
Deep down inside /
A tiny light /
About the size of a speck /
Like a distant star /
Is spotted on the horizon this dark night.
— Feb 11, 2020 03:45PM
On the verge of losing all hope /
One still maintains a little glimmer of hope /
Deep down inside /
A tiny light /
About the size of a speck /
Like a distant star /
Is spotted on the horizon this dark night.
