“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.”
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“Free fall, into an abyss, he imagined and bent himself. He imagined falling down and down, till he reaches end of it, end of darkness,... -
"The night was young and he was drunk, wandering in the darkness, looking for North Star to position him at the edge, to save him f...
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Scribbling: Tragedy of Wanderer: “Moments, when you cannot get high enough on alcohols but only blood, your own, which you must drai...
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