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The feeling of misery.

It's painful.
Yet i enjoy it.

Another day passes.

I'm getting closer and closer.
To becoming insane.

Such loneliness.
I hate it.

Yet again.
I love it.

Alas.
Such is the contradiction of life.

Humans love the truth.
Yet they rather prefer the lies being told to them.

Is it a form of escape.
From the cold hard world of reality.

Or is it we cant stand the honest truth?

Once again.
My mind fails to work.

Tiredness overcomes me.
But yet.

Will this be my final rest ?