Numb.
That's all I feel till now.
It's like the world goes about normally, conversations are cooked up, insults are thrown. Yet these things called feelings, there's something different about them. It's like they've disappeared into thin air and now, faking it is all that could be done. All the laughter, the smiles, the light conversations and the cooling aura, it's all just gone.
I can't find myself feeling the things I used to feel before. And I know this would've happened, soon enough yet again, I lost myself into the abyss of nothingness; something I have always seem to live up to.
But maybe then, it's better like that- that way, no one will get hurt again, the way, no one will suffer for my mistakes, my presence, my existence.
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Eunoia • Book Two
Poetry𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐁𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐈. • • • • • ❝ 𝑹𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓, 𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 ❞ • • • • • Book Two of Eunoia (Beautiful Thinking). A book with words dipped in the emotions of a young soul. • • • • • ❝ 𝑭𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐...
