I got torn apart again...
I swear that life would be heaps better if I lived somewhere else.
I don't even have a grip of my soul anymore.
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My life's diary...
RandomThe little book of my big life. The book of where I want to confess stuff. The book that I feel most at home.
Not again...
I got torn apart again...
I swear that life would be heaps better if I lived somewhere else.
I don't even have a grip of my soul anymore.