I don't understand how people get through the day,
What keeps their steps moving forward?
Mine has stopped long before
Just a few steps ahead and I crave weeks' worth of sleep.
How are they not exhausted?
Why do they move?
The reasons, the secrets,
I want to know everything.
Don't want to wash this face
Don't want to take that medicine.
Wondering for whom am I living!
Wondering to where is this going!
-Laxmi Bhargavi Golla
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SUICIDE LETTERS
RandomI'm fine but I still write them sometimes... I think we all do it, we all feel it. We try not to give into them but sometimes we stay in that sadness and let ourselves read those rotten thoughts.
