Being honest with myself I can no longer see any strength in me.
I'm stuck somewhere where I can't even lift myself up after crying alone, isn't that cruel?
Circumstances this, forced actions that.
I feel like I don't have a voice anymore, or just no one can hear it...its muffled and drowned.
I lost so much that I can't even remember what I even had in the first place.
Exhausted.
I'm exhausted.
I don't want to lose myself.
I loved my passionate exciting imaginative self.
Under all this burden, my creative ideas feels in the way.
At least if I'm born with words in my head, let me express them freely.
At least let me be free in my imagination.
All this running and falling down, when can I stop? Have a break? Time to myself? Time for what I love?
I hate being this pitiful... I would rather disappear from everyone's memories, its unbearable.
Everything, everyone is... Unbearably heavy to see, to talk with, to exist in.
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Taking a deep breath- Author
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I'm cringing at my own rantings
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My Messed Up Mind
Fantasy"It is a tour, for you to know what's its like to live inside my mind. Feel free to roam but pls, don't get lost." All the stories and ideas are from my imagination plz do not copy or reupload anywhere :) or I'll haunt you so, don't complain about...
