The phase of life, when you actively, consciously withdraw yourself from love and hate.
The moments when nothing seems to reach your heart. Nothing seems to stir it. Or even touch it.
Neither love, and care nor hate, and abuse.
Nothing..
When the soul is being pinched and pinned, when your inner light dimmed, when the innocence is lost, when you can't be yourself, under the pretention of being someone else.
Is it a life worth living?
Or are you dead already and waiting for it to be announced?
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