I always thought it meant no happiness.
I always thought it meant only sadness.
But it's nothing.
Nothing but... emptiness.
An empty void.
An abyss.
A puncture.
A barren.
Desolation...
It's weird.
Don't you think?
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Author:
That Weird One. (Pseudonym) (
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