You are yours. I want to feel alive instead gaping for air. But I can't bring myself to breathe. I'm drowning in my fear. Trap inside endless fortress. 'If' is a lie that's I'm tell myself which be reason I never get any better. I keeps looking for something that not mine. At last, I get nothing.
Ps. I still can't be braver.
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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.
