Being physically healthy is a guilt.
As being able to eat more than thrice a day.
As being able to write this, do so.
Some people wanted to live, but they can't.
Some, wanted to die, feels that living is a curse, and I'm one of them.
Why?
Why does living feels like I'm doing a crime?
Why does living pains me?
Why....
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Whims
PoetryMy random thoughts daily, writing to avoid being engulf by my sanity. If I stop writing, it means its the end for me.
