When you are on a state of melancholy, what you wanted more than anything in the world is only to be found. For someone- you mean by anybody to go and seek for you. There you are sitting below a tree, behind the school building, squeezed below your bed, locked in the bathroom or even inside the closet, contemplating, pondering about things that hurt you badly. Then you sobbed, you sobbed angrily. Hours passed of sobbing, you thought to yourself, Why are they not looking for me? Depression took over, a hint of despondency. Maybe you weren't meant to be found. Maybe you were meant to be lost.
ah.. those moments..
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Love, Pain & Poetry [✓]
PoetryI think of you. I think of you in the very depths of my mind. Like Lava you flowed through, Burning my brain cells to dysfunction. A collection of original poems and prose about Love, Pain, and Poetry.
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