It's not about my first day. Instead this is the first time I've telling what a dying soul is feel.
They're a lot of souls out there whose just like me. They're lost and exhausted.
No matter how much effort we put, this kinda feeling is still suffocating.
No matter how much we try deleting, it's still there, haunting us. If memories is erasable, I would formatting it. So I won't be hurt.
That scars has change me 360°. I can't be the old me. Everything makes me insecure. The fearless self of myself is dead. Now I buried my fear and insecure soul inside the cave of my bedroom.
I keeps encourage myself to move forward and build better me. However I failed.
Now I just sleep and rest in peace. But everyday I keeps failed. No matter what I do, it always fail either keep alive or try to die.
Ps. Don't worry there will be continued.
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The Dying Soul
RandomIt's not the dying body but it is a dying soul. The soul whose is lost. The soul whose is exhausted.
