I was me, again, standing alone in my darkness. I found no way to get out of this hateful darkness. There was no one I love - or I hate, and there was no me at all. For no reason, I was crying out loud, begging that black would ever be able to come and save me from the Devil of Light, even I should have understood that black never will.
So, am I too foolish, or maybe too naive?
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Occasionally, my memories have kept rolling and rolling back, like a playing cassette, in certain times of my boring days. It would never stop unless I pause it for a specific moment. That’s when I notice my past, my mistakes. I end up figuring out why God had sent out his loneliness, to me.
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I have no choice but have to say that I hate darkness seriously. I have been covered by darkness somewhere in my heart for years. In this darkness, I saw nothing rather than a complete black for a couple of times, but somehow, I just sold my love to this black color itself. I couldn’t explain myself but stubbornly set my belief out to this color as it would possibly digest all the darkness for me. Wouldn’t it?
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Loneliness. That is my most favorite word among those existed in my dictionary. My God will punish cruel persons for their mistakes. These persons, whose mistakes I have never known, would be receiving a present from our Highest Lord, a loneliness.
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