I just had one of the best eca today. I love the dancing, the friends, the environment and the thrill of it all. Yet, I feel something missing, something empty about me. I feel like a vital organ was ripped out from my body and I have fell the pain.
Maybe this is slavery. I'm a slave to these Saturdays. Maybe I'm wasting my life away being so obsessed with a club.
But this is one of the only things that has made me truly happy, Something that brings out the best of me, takes of my mask and hugs me wholeheartedly.
Why do I still feel so empty?
Maybe my drug isn't working anymore.
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Véletlen"My love for you flew like a butterfly Until Death swooped down like a bat" A series of words unspoken, thoughts unheard, passages unsaid. Words will always fail but meaning can change everything. It can drag you down to darkness or raise you up to...
