That’s what I’ve become.
There’s a void inside me, a blank that’s slowly expanding, devouring what’s left of who I am. I can hear it happening.
I’m totally lost, my identity dying.
Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore (via mirayama)
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That’s what I’ve become.
There’s a void inside me, a blank that’s slowly expanding, devouring what’s left of who I am. I can hear it happening.
I’m totally lost, my identity dying.