IT has been a while since I had written anything. Work and its lethal claws have undoubtedly massacred what was left of my usually productive brain. My muses must've gone on strike and they haven't stopped their clamor. My senses have been numbed by a moronic way to earn a living. Though frozen, I can still feel a scorching fire deep within my skin, my flesh and my bones -- my soul must be crying for liberation.
It's futile to tap into my emotions now. As I've said, I'm numbed to the core. I feel like I'm standing in the middle of a vast desert, with no idea which way to go. The way used to be crystal clear. It was just straight ahead -- the road was sleek and smooth. A leisurely walk would get me wher
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