Abysmal

by enigmatic adolescents

How does this mind work? How can one repeatedly think about the tiniest inicident that happened ages ago? How can this mind retain these thoughts and play them over and over again? How can one little decision change everything?
Life is a question and the answer is in living. Not every question is answered and every answered one leads to more questions.
The past lurks around the corner to pin you down in the dead of night when you run out of things to keep yourself numb.
We’re all hurt, rebelling without question and struggling. We’re all a part of the labyrinth of unanswered questions and pain.
We’re perpetually sad and happiness is temporary, the day we learn this fact our lives would be easier. Maybe simplicity isn’t what we can make happen, complications are what we’re destined to create.
We all fall deeper in a chasm of endless abysmal.

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