"She walked and walked without having mercy on herself. The destination was so far yet. She was a wanderer in search of something.
What was she searching for she didn't know.
Maybe she wanted a lightening to brighten the dark paths.
Maybe she was searching for some star in the bundle of stars up there.
Maybe all she needed was to get lost far away in a place where all the clouds of agony could never reach and the rain of tears could never come."
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Chaotic Mess.
Poetry"I can't understand the chaos within me," She whispers finally letting the tears roll down, crumbled in her room, curled up in a ball, gasping for breath as she tries to hold herself, as she begs her heart to stop hurting so much. A collection of pr...
