What do hurt and betrayal mean?
I suddenly hate those happy days. They feel like a false lie.
The emptiness inside me has long since swallowed me whole. I walk down the long street as the wind rushes past my ears, carrying away the noise and clamor as I press onward.
I am like a walking corpse, taking in the once-familiar world with an extremely slow gaze.
At some moment, my soul was cleansed, or perhaps reborn.
All I know is that the happy person I once was may never exist again.
In the long river of time, everything broken will eventually turn to dust and drift away on the wind.
And I will survive in this world in a new body, as if a new soul had replaced the old me.
I have already lost all feeling.
