why does time seem to be nonexistant when procrastinating on the internet, is it entering the twilight zone, can people waste their whole lives livin and surfin on the net, where are our social skills going, are people to afraid to talk in person, and prefer the rather impersonal messaging service offered to us today,
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In the Garden of Solitude
T he stillness where shadows whisper, I wander the garden of my solitude, Amongst the withered petals of hope, Fear blooms like a nig...
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I dont like to follow. This has been both a blessing and a curse, but always a lesson. I want my own experince, whether its "good...
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T he stillness where shadows whisper, I wander the garden of my solitude, Amongst the withered petals of hope, Fear blooms like a nig... -
good days and bad, waves of emotions blending into each other, fueled by loneliness, caffeine, stress, worry and overthinking, trying to f...
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