I would like to pretend that I still have it in me.
The sense of individuality, the passion for life, the voice deep within.

I reached the conclusion about what this life means to me and how clear it is - that I am nothing but a creature of the moment, given a life for a short duration of time with vague reasons that only God knows why. And all those passions I've been striving for slowly disappear like cold morning mist.

If this is a way to live then why it feels so hollow ?
I want nothing, and I need nothing. 

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