I mean, I really love that soul of mine. It's so beautiful and somehow pure. I didn't mean by saying pure that it's 100% pure but damn who's that one person on earth who doesn't sin?
I love my voice when I'm singing despite the cracks within it that I really don't care to hide or make them unnoticeable, cause you know what? it heals. it fills voids, somehow.
I love how i look and it seems hilarious when all the shit in the world is going down and despite that, I still look beautiful and it heals, really.
I love how i tend to draw although I haven't experience anything related to drawing and stuff but this too fills voids.
I love my writings although they seem completely messy to me, but you know, they manage to bring all pieces back together and they somehow relieve that heaviness above my chest. The heaviness which was due to too much voids that needed to be filled with passion, but i ended up failing.
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RandomIt was all about surviving. Notes: -Not all of the written thoughts relates to my personal life. I may just felt in need to write such a thing, but yeah, they all end up leading to the same way. -One of the thoughts was deleted, it was too harsh to...
