A year passes after the 'Day 8', looks like I have died but I still alive. The ghost inside me haunting again. The pain killing me now. Nothing works.
I need something to numb this pain. I'm crying but nothing felt better. I'm sleep but I still tired. I'm eating but I still felt empty. This void draining every single of me.
You...
Do you really hate me? Why you write my destiny like this? Why keeps hurting me when I'm believing you for everything?
Do you really dislike me? Why you never answer my pray? Why you never bother about my despair?
Who I am? Why I been here? Where I should go? What should I do?
Every single thing I did nothing worth now. I'm make effort but it's wasted. Now the only left on me is regrets and despair.
You just like them. Thought I worthless and burden. What's the purpose of this breath? You never feel sorry about my feeling.
What I hope from you? Nothing changes.
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The Dying Soul
AléatoireIt's not the dying body but it is a dying soul. The soul whose is lost. The soul whose is exhausted.
