I stood there at the edge of my room window contemplating and staring at the empty buildings that were once crowded than ever. I kept questioning alot of what ifs that were never meant to take place.
What if life was fair enough to compensate, what if we were enough, what if abandonment wasn't even a thing, what if being haunted by toxicity didn't even exist, what if letting them out wasn't that consuming, what if emptiness didn't corrupt my lungs, what if breathing was for everyone.
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RastgeleIt 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...
