Burst

esc?And even though we see, there is nothing to do.esc?
Ever one of them out there, and me too can tell, the same, always.
We all hate it, and each other, and ourselves, and why? Are we really all alone? Can we be? I suppose not. I see my writings, and see them mirrored on everything around me? Or am I the mirror? Are we both?
And as we are brought closer together, we feel further apart. The tools matter not, keys or pen, shared with others or kept inside closed books, I fear,
It doesn't really matter, it’s all the same
The Goths cry foul, and the Emo shall inherit the earth.
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