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Tragedy of Wanderer:
“To watch yourself dissolve bit by bit in the shallow puddle of hatred, and yet getting the taste of it. Being consumed by the crystalized angst, like that ice cube in the glass and still holding on to the last of droplets, while asking for more. Dread feeds upon the fear, or is it rather insecurities, while lies offers to insulate. Claiming to be steady, not giving up so soon he screams, one must enjoy trampling upon own remnants, the hangover doesn’t hurt that way. The night is not even half way through, bottle remains wanting, the darkness sleepy, the clock refusing to tick tock, while one hallucinates being hallucinating. Tragedy?...”
Tragedy of Wanderer:
“To watch yourself dissolve bit by bit in the shallow puddle of hatred, and yet getting the taste of it. Being consumed by the crystalized angst, like that ice cube in the glass and still holding on to the last of droplets, while asking for more. Dread feeds upon the fear, or is it rather insecurities, while lies offers to insulate. Claiming to be steady, not giving up so soon he screams, one must enjoy trampling upon own remnants, the hangover doesn’t hurt that way. The night is not even half way through, bottle remains wanting, the darkness sleepy, the clock refusing to tick tock, while one hallucinates being hallucinating. Tragedy?...”
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