I Dont Know Where To Put This Story
I think. And I find people who don't, living an illusion. At least I did.
But now I think that how different am I from all those people I say are pale?
How different am I from all those people who only enjoy the cover of everything and are scared to go deeper?
Am I also not living a life full of illusions?
Is this not an illusion?
To think that you are different and unique than other?
What is life?
What is the purpose of life?
I often imagine myself as a cigarette. Death itself is smoking my life out of it... holding me with only its two fingers..... and I am falling down, in the ashtray... slowly... being one with the ashes...
But now I think that how different am I from all those people I say are pale?
How different am I from all those people who only enjoy the cover of everything and are scared to go deeper?
Am I also not living a life full of illusions?
Is this not an illusion?
To think that you are different and unique than other?
What is life?
What is the purpose of life?
I often imagine myself as a cigarette. Death itself is smoking my life out of it... holding me with only its two fingers..... and I am falling down, in the ashtray... slowly... being one with the ashes...
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