why do we feel?
why is life so hard to explain?
how do you find yourself?
have i found myself?
do i know who i am?
am i completed by people that engulf me with love?
why must we feel?
to be scared about the future, anxious about the past?
why must we be surrounded by sadnessm when our lives are completely, fine.
i'm happy.
really i am.
so why do i feel this emptiness?
only when, i'm alone
why do we feel???
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Random Excerpts from my Brain
Historia CortaWhilst I formulate a new story and have the motivation to stick to it, here are random excerpts from my ever so, overthinking mind.
