Why Would I Ever Want to Live an Empty Life?
I look into people’s eyes and have seen both: the one who hates the world and the one who is scared to trust.
What an empty life!
My whole point has been to protect that part of me, that one part that makes me good. I could never explain it as anything else.
I do not want to debate with anyone about what it means to me. I do not see the point of existing without it.
Losing my soul to gain what? Nothing could replace that part.
