the realisation of this voided feeling eating you up inside.
the laughters that escape from your own throat that sound so unfamiliar.
the instinctive action that makes you become the joker within your circle of friends.
the inability to show your true emotion to anyone.
the cry of help stuck somewhere in your throat, desperately trying to escape only for you to gulp it down when faced with a battle of vulnerability.
how do you stop feeling guilty for your selfish worries?
it feels so empty yet it hurts so much. how is that even possible?
im so tired of being this persona of mine that everyone adores.
why cant i be happy for who i am?
how do you explain these feelings?
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butterflies flames
Randomare we real? or are we just actors living through our lives with no true purpose?
