Because we all need a reason.
So move forward, so run.
So the killing, so the pessimism.
The emptiness is never the world, it is the heart that is slowly being corroded.
We want to know the shelf life of love. We don't want to be ignored for no apparent reason. We are vain and consciously happy. We don't know the end of the world.
Who says the end of the world is love?
The liar said I like you, and the other liar laughed until tears came out.
Who says I understand the meaning of survival?
I pretended too well, how could you know the filth behind it?
To the newspaper office, enter with caution.
Please leave if you feel uncomfortable.
Anyone interested in TX is welcome.