'anxiety' 'loneliness' 'depression'
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The void is made of silvery, satin silk
A beautifully fabricated lie
There's no place for time to fly
There's no voice
It is calm and it is no place to rejoice
The void is like the sound of static
I know it.
I know life can’t be that bad.
I promise you it gets better.
I know I dwell on the past and the future and never the present.
I know it.
Maybe God can help?
Or maybe the Buddha.
In life there are introverts and extroverts and both can feel completely an utterly alone. Wheather truly alone and by yourself or surrounded by tons of people and yet your still alone. Being alone doesnt have to just be a physical thing.
