"Maybe I was just an empty, futile person, he thought. But it was precisely because there was nothing inside of me that people could find, if even for a short time, a place where they belonged. Like a nocturnal bird seeks a safe place to rest during the day in a vacant attic. The birds like that empty, dim, silent place. If that were true, then maybe he should be happy he was hollow."
— 18 hours, 49 min ago
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