Levi the Nihilist
January 10, 2014
My caretakers love me.
But I feel empty.
Not even the wind stirs my sorrowful heart.
Perhaps those distant pastures are the answer?
The world is laughing at me.
But I cannot laugh back.
They say this place brings joy.
Yet I feel nothing.
We are given all this freedom.
But we cannot escape ourselves.
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