Glamorous blur
I couldn't care less about staying alive anymore.
My life might become a meaningless but glamorous blur of existentialism and vapid beauty - at the very best, but I'll never be pure. My disdain for dirt and foulness is starting to shatter everything.
Things seem meaningless. Just completely hollow. I only want to seem elegant at this point. I still don't know how that would ever help me though.
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