The World Through Fiction's Eyes

“I find myself... pessimistic, at best. Joy, is a fickle thing in this world; and I lack, in such, things. In lacking, I seem un-wanting of such, enlightenment. This world is falling, and I wait for it in the inferno. Yet, for a reason unbeknownst to me, I’m to stop this. Is this love? Such thoughts are too... optimistic. Optimism is a weak lie, created to appease sanity in such, hopeless, situations. Yet, it seems I keep alive to further protect my heart. A pity. Love is interesting indeed. How... depressing. It would seem we all, are subject to loves whims. A thought, that makes my heart sink rather. I must be in love.”

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