The doctor thinks I have a psychosomatic problem.
I don't know, I don't think so and I don't care.
I just finished reading a comic, and the ending is giving me so many mixed feelings.
How is everything connected?
I don't know, but maybe I care.
Sometimes I think my life already ended a long time ago and all I have left now is just a mental camera with a broken tape.
You know?
At the end of the day, the world condones our existence, but it will take from us. Nothing belongs to us.
The world, it'll keep moving on, and leave us all behind.
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