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I find consolation in coffee’s bitterness, and the bitterer it is, the more it heals.

Because no chocolate is sweet enough to heal, and pain to be healed requires more pain

And who said pain is painful? Pain is a relief of the soul if our bodies have any.

I find gratitude in struggles; they assure you’re still alive and human.

Because I doubted my existence in a world that rebutted my being

A world of materials that despised my humanity

I find the utmost use of spoken words in silence
but darkness has the loudest silence

And the world was meant to be dark and silent toward injustice

I find solace in unconsciousness

Because it’s the sole brain drug
And you’re not supposed to be aware of your surroundings

I find utter pointlessness the purpose of life,
because I kept trying to figure out the reason of my existence

And I came up with nothing

I find solitude each time a new baby is born

Though they make the world more crowded
crowded with immorality and bias

I find the core of everything in nothingness,
because the absolute is relative

And truth is not defined


And all what we are capable of is… whining

Or write words of sorrow

Or turn our profile pictures into black
though neither colors nor words can express sorrow.