The earth stays hot as the sun continues to shine. Life beneath the scorch does not subsides, but flourishes to the extent of everyone's unselfish desires. Here I sit underneath a voided space, contemptuous to my inability to move forward beyond the thoughts of my existence. Relying on the swift movements of time and space, I do not reckon the moments by. How much will it cost me to propagate towards nothingness?
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