A half-dead thing in a stark dead world, clean mad for the muck called gold.




(No Ratings Yet)At times I feel like a socket that remembers its tooth.




(No Ratings Yet)I knew this feeling, the 2 a.m. loneliness that I’d practically invented.




(No Ratings Yet)The abundance of small things, it’ll bury you.




(No Ratings Yet)Deep down, the young are lonelier than the old.




(No Ratings Yet)The worst thing about loneliness is that it brings one face to face with oneself.




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