Whenever something happens in my life that I think is actually good it places it's phantom hands on my shoulders and whispers into my ear, "Tell me, what is the point? You're going to die anyway". The good feeling I have then fades away quickly as if it never existed. As if it has been cast down into oblivion! Oblivion is the true death of everything!

How odd it is for this phantom to haunt me whenever good is in my grasp. It seems like this phantom is my anti-self. The part of me that doesn't want to progress through life emotionally; As a true human. And without emotion what is life? How can one truly live with silhouetted emotions? The darkness is in my way but the light is the cause of the darkness. But without light there will be total darkness. And in total darkness there is turmoil and impending doom. What am I to do?
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