I wish I weren't so afraid of death. Wait, no, not death. Now that I think about it, it's not death that scares me, rather it's the fear of having to face my Lord and telling Him what I did to the body He lent me as something to take care of.
For real, this body is a burden upon my existence. This soul of mine is constantly dying. This heart of mine is bleeding nonchalantly. And I'm constantly tired. Not tired, rather drained.
I really can't hold it in anymore. I really don't have the courage in me to go on any further. I really don't have the unquestionable power in me to move an inch. My body is like turned to stone and all I can do is just count the seconds and wait for death in this prickling dark to become my acquaintance and help me out of this abyss obliterating me every single freaking second.
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PoetryOkay, so, I upload reels on Instagram and I'm thinking of changing the tempo of my account and for that, I'd be writing on Wattpad and then upload my original works on Instagram.
