i've come to realise that my life has been losing purpose increasingly. i don't know what makes me perpetuate from day to day, i just do. everything has fallen into a chronic, a vicious cycle i cannot abscond from. like a mouse running a maze, i run my labyrinth. so familiar, yet so foreign. so time-consuming, yet so meaningless. confined in the walls of this imbroglio, the only way out is forward. the avenue is abtrused, to see it is to keep walking.

so i affix a smile to my face, a feeble attempt to masquerade my inner cries and bleeding. with the plastered grin on my face, i keep walking, hoping to catch a glimpse of an exit.

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10:07 PM