Voice of the Looper
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Your heart beats. Your lungs fill with air. Your blood becomes pure. Your sense of touch returns.
You breathe in, and out.
You breathe in, and out.
The feeling of not wanting to exist comes from the lack of things to do while existing. Any story is short lived. And experience becomes memory. Body becomes flawed within your eyes. A canvas never to be finished. A wish for forever and never again. Days are repeated in a slightly different flavour
April 6, 2025 at 2:18 AM
The feeling of not wanting to exist comes from the lack of things to do while existing. Any story is short lived. And experience becomes memory. Body becomes flawed within your eyes. A canvas never to be finished. A wish for forever and never again. Days are repeated in a slightly different flavour