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Glasses. No expression. At my head, I wanna drown my sorrow. No tomorrow. I find it kinda funny.

When our pride was low, we felt lost and frustrated with the world, struggling against the harsh realities of life.

Oh my god, I can't believe what just happened. I was just on a plane. Unbelievable. Where even am I right now? This is insane.

You're here because you know something you can't explain, a feeling you've had your whole life. Right now, you might feel like Alice falling down the rabbit hole.

I am very tired of saying goodbye. When I look inside, I see a lot of things. Let's take a look.

I recall the moment I lost my mind. There was a certain comfort in that place, where even emotions resonated in the vastness. When I was carefree, I felt disconnected from reality.

I couldn't sleep, so I took a drive around Joburg and realized why I feel both fulfilled and lonely. I enjoy my trips and activities, but I struggle to find companionship. I keep hoping for a relationship, but it hasn't happened in seven years. No matter how hard I work or what I achieve, I still feel empty at home and in bed. All my emotions and thoughts seem trapped inside me.

I thought it could be a life or death situation for me. When I was on the floor, I remembered all the times I had thought about what I would do in that situation, and now I was actually doing it. We watched the riot on TV for hours from a secure location. Seeing the images of windows being broken and people climbing walls made me feel angry. It caused an audible gasp in the room.

I feel manic, like a flood overwhelming everything. I'm not here to make friends; I'm here to reveal how the world ends. The past is returning to crash down, creating tidal waves of devastation. This energy traps you in fear, making you feel like a ghost in your own memories. I'm the light in the darkness, carrying the weight of existence, marked by struggles. You may feel trapped, but remember me; I'm part of you, like smoke. As you exhale, the pressure builds. You’ve failed to see the truth, and now it’s time to confront it.

I feel manic, like a flood overwhelming everything. I'm not here to make friends; I'm here to reveal how the world ends. The past is returning to confront you, crashing down like tidal waves, trapping you in fear. I'm the light in the darkness, an eternal spark amidst devastation. Energy surrounds you, reminding you of lost connections. Remember me as I linger like smoke, exhaling faster. You failed me, caught in a cycle of pain and fear, marked by struggles. The weight of memories and the clash of realities weigh heavily, but I remain a flicker of hope in the chaos.

I couldn't explain it. I wish you could feel what it's like in my head. It was chaotic, with voices getting louder and louder. It triggered a psychotic break.

I had to leave, feeling trapped in chaos. There's pain contained within the system, and I’m just a part of it, trying to navigate through it all. My emotions are evident; I’m disgusted by humanity and haunted by trauma that I can’t forget. It’s a system shock that lingers in my memory. I feel overwhelmed, drowning in emotions, struggling against the tide. I search for light but find darkness instead, trying to rise above it all. My spirit feels detached, and I wake up in fear, realizing I’m alone. I wish things were different, but I continue to fight through the blaze of my experiences.

You are not hidden. Your innocence has been shattered. I can hear you softly whispering your soul's desires.

I recall when I lost my mind. There was something enjoyable about that place.

Running and jumping, youthful and bored, evoke memories of hide-and-seek and making new friends. These simple, pure pleasures recall dreamlike days. It's a return to an alluring time when joy was discovered in the dust and at dawn.

I am unsure of what to do. I am torn between staying and being lonely, or leaving and feeling isolated. Oh no, it's happening. It's happening. They never got to experience Venice.

Heartbroken. Broken. I took a cryptic bow. Heart broke. Broke. I took a cryptic bow.

I used to feel closed off from the world, but at 11, everything changed. Kids at school, mostly boys, started noticing me. Even the girls paid attention. The long walk to school became enjoyable as people honked and waved. The world felt friendlier and more open during a heatwave.

I recall the moment I lost my mind. There was an odd sense of comfort in that space.

I have lost touch with reality and started renting a wheelchair to experience how my daily life would change. It's one thing to imagine being in a wheelchair and not being able to reach certain things or having to rearrange my home. But the overwhelming emotion I felt when I first tried it was indescribable.

To see if I still feel, I focus on the pain because it's the only thing that feels real. The needle tears the hole, bringing that old familiar sting. I try to kill it all, but I remember everything.

I spoke with darkness about a vision that came to me while I slept. I walked alone in the city, surrounded by people who were disconnected from each other. They spoke without saying anything, listened without hearing, and wrote songs that didn't truly express themselves. The silence grew like a cancer. The people worshipped a neon god, unaware of the emptiness it brought.

Emotions were so intense that everyone devolved into an almost primal state. The speaker recalls feeling exposed and terrible, wishing for physical pain to distract from the emotional distress. The group dynamic involved openness and freedom, which escalated to a ridiculous degree, with people wanting to get naked and be insane. The speaker believes the person they were remembering would have laughed at the absurdity of the situation.

There's no one around blasting cumbia music on their portable speakers, and it's a refreshing change. I'm really enjoying this moment. Give me more of this!

This is the last spot we were at. We were literally right here. It's incredible to think about it.