Finding myself is becoming more and more hard each day, i am trying to find the ideal person that resembles and fits me best but each time i get so close to finding this person, something unexpected happens and that throws me off to head start all over again.
I don't understand why this is happening to me, it's like the universe doesn't wanna work to my favor after all but i can't just stay air anymore.
The wind is blowing me away more and more with time and finding myself will save me from this tornado so i must go on and try harder.
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who am I ?
Короткий рассказwho am I ? where am I? I feel like I am just air trying to find myself in every person I see I look in the mirror and I see nothing obviously cause i am just air I can be anywhere anytime I can be the air you fart the air in your birthday ballo...
