Taking out the books from my backpack I realized that the titles of the three books I’ve been reading this week make up a pretty dark and macabre poem about life.

Why does the world exist,
every love story is a ghost story,


mortality.

Taking out the books from my backpack I realized that the titles of the three books I’ve been reading this week make up a pretty dark and macabre poem about life.

Why does the world exist,
every love story is a ghost story,
mortality.

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  2. deviledeggcarrier said: i think the AIDS book adds a particular flair of depression.
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