We’re just two lost souls swimming in a fishbowl, year after year."


I don’t smoke; because I can’t bear the idea of turning my soul into slow ash. I don’t drink; because I fear my heart might get drunk and confess the unbearable. I don’t party; because I know too well that laughter in this era’s celebrations is just a delayed sob in disguise.

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