"Standing within a world where happiness is and isn't. I know of no other place than Hell and Earth, yet, love comes only once. Have I traveled so far that I have left all memory of myself behind? When will I know the depth of my loneliness? How soon will my thirst for another be quenched? Why must today, become another tomorrow?
Why must my tomorrows lead to yesterday? Why must today reaffirm my presence? So much life, so much living yet I don't feel alive. Numb to my very own heartbeat, I can no longer feel for another. Must I become what I am?" Excerpt from The Book of Curthom
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