In the vast expanse of an empty sky, a bird wanders, its once purposeful flight now aimless, lost amidst the swirling currents of doubt and despair. Each wingbeat carries it further from the home it once knew, deeper into the heart of a wilderness where shadows linger and echoes of forgotten dreams whisper through the air like ghostly apparitions. With every passing moment, the weight of its own uncertainty grows heavier, dragging it down into the depths of a darkness that knows no end.
In the silence of its solitude, the bird searches for a beacon of light to guide its weary soul back to the path it once followed so boldly. Yet, all it finds are echoes of its own faltering cries, bouncing off the walls of its fractured spirit with a haunting resonance. With each failed attempt to break free from the shackles of its own despair, the bird sinks deeper into the abyss, consumed by the suffocating grip of hopelessness.
And so, it drifts on, a lost soul adrift in an ocean of uncertainty, its once vibrant plumage now dulled by the relentless passage of time. In the depths of its despair, it longs for a glimpse of the sun's warm embrace, a fleeting moment of respite from the cold embrace of its own inner turmoil. But as the days turn to weeks and the weeks to months, the bird resigns itself to its fate, a silent witness to the cruel whims of fate in a world where even the brightest stars can be swallowed by the darkness.
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Lost
Puisiquotes about my situation maybe just abit about it.. maybe we all are suffering with it??? God knows how much a human heart in capable of holding pain... Well someday that person will understand how much we have loved them... Maybe someday our pare...
