Silence deepened by the intermittent song of birds. Visits to an emptied temple, inside a dissatisfied mind. The time spent away from porcelain dolls and frenetic angels grows larger and larger. The inexorable draw towards the low hum of Nietzschean Nihilism. Terror management fades into grayscale background static. Painful self-awareness of slowly bleeding to death, emotionally. An agonizing focus on every single personal shortcoming. The faults lie within. There are no congruent answers.
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