“Sometimes, I feel like I am existing in the wrong dimension.
what if there was a mistake, and they accidentally
put me at the wrong place and time?
Because I can’t seem to find a single reason
as to why I am here.
and every day I question my own existence, simply because
it’s questionable.
What if I wasn’t meant to live here?
What if i didn’t exist?”
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PoetrySometimes, when things seem to fall down, and when we can't see anyone around to help us pick the fallen pieces up, we tend to do it by ourselves in silence. But I don't want for us to stay living with that mindset, because I still believe that help...
