The tap is dry.
Why?
Fire,
About to die.
When there is no up, no down, when life is a boring single tone, there is nothing to write about. When one simply exists because one exists, when existence is meaning itself, there is nothing to write about.
Why?
Fire,
About to die.
When there is no up, no down, when life is a boring single tone, there is nothing to write about. When one simply exists because one exists, when existence is meaning itself, there is nothing to write about.
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