“Society
is the diluted form of individuals who succumb to its exaggerated portrayal of
being the force to reckon with, it’s unfortunate that a raw individual is often
characterized as a threat to its very existence which sets a sort of panic and
it ends up putting their corpses upon its walls as trophy. But even before its
celebration gets over they start to haunt its nights and shame its days, bound
to be the reason of its culmination, a pity.”
Sunday, May 7, 2017
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