Reason in Black Book
- Feb. 25, 2019, 1:48 a.m.
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The reason I started writting? Beacuse I want to drive out my loneliness? or is it because of my constant boredom? I don’t know.
World revolves. People grow, everything around me changed. But not myself. I’m walking in a circle. And by walking means not doing anything. I’m already getting used to this situation, to the point it’s become very hard to move. While so again, everything around me revolves.
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