This is something I wrote in my art class, as I was bored. I wrote random words, realizing later it actually made some sense. I might even write more on it later, but for now, I am just posting it here.
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What would you do... if you knew the ending to your life story? If fate pushes you towards the inevitable destiny that destroys you, with no chance for you to fight back?
The fire crackles, but the cold remains. The sun rises, but your world is still dark. People surround you all around, but you feel alone.
Trying to stay strong, but breaking down in seclusion. A horrendous hell, disguised as heaven. The fake warmth which makes you waver, the sweet lies which pull a curtain over your eyes.
Humorless laughter escaping from your lips, but tears of misery roll down your cheeks. You fake a smile, while your heart cannot bear anymore.
No one notices, but you never expected them to.
That is when you know. You are broken.
Dull, void, dark, cold. Fake, desolated, lost, lone. It has been forever since my existence has seen nothing else other than these things.
I don't search for the light anymore. Light is only an illusion. It fades as soon as you touch it, only leaving behind the darkness.
True kindness can save you, but can you find it? Does a person who can show pure affection without any other motives really exist? If one does, I have yet to find them.
I am not a good person, but I do my best. What else do you want from me? What can I do to free myself?
Nothing.
I am destined to die over and over again in this eternal hell that holds me captive. There is no longer any hope for me to hold.
I am long gone.
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Edit: It has been more than a year since i wrote this. I was just reading it again and I AM CRINGING SO BADLY-
