Was that not profound or what? Everyone is on an endless journey to find themselves. What would happen if you look deep within your supposedly intellectual heart to find that there's nothing there but empty hollowness. The deeper you go, the sparer your chances of finding any piece of what's real. There's just nothing. Without pain, there couldn't be compassion, but nobody dares to speak about how too much pain can ruin any resemblance to compassion forever. And after discovering this, you're lost within your own soul. That empty, hollow place. You're dead. The only thing keeping you from knowing the truth is the constant flow of blood throughout your body that masks the scars of your wounded heart. You're nothing.

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