So troubled I needed to pray for someone else, through sufferings we all have predicaments of what is coming next. Dreams collapse, the tallest tower falls the hardest the higher we build it.
Why aren't you crying? Every once in a while the world stares into each other souls to gain some perspectives, but why don't you sob, grief over the fact that people have lost faith as we proceed into the New World. Fluttered anxiety, may be about time to witness the greatest reality episode of our lives - manic devastation of our generation.
It's not so bad is it, ending.
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