Who am I?
I am the one who is lost.
Who loves, and hates, and breathes.
I am the one who cries at pain and laughs at joy.
I am the one who writes tales of splendor because I cannot live them.
I am the one who stands alone in a broken world with nothing but a dulled pencil and a paper blackened with words.
I am the one whose words die on the wind, yet flourish on a page.
I am the one passed idly by without a thought because who am I?
WHO am I?
Do you know who I am?
Do I?
Does anyone?
Much like a mystery that doesn't want to be solved, I am complex.
I am a paradox of simplicity.
Yet, why make it difficult?
I know who I am.
I am truly me.
I am Joelene.
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Kalopsia
RastgeleKalopsia(n.)- The delusion of things being more beautiful than they really are. Everywhere you look now-a-days, there's these random-- and I mean they have that exact purpose-- books for jotting down ideas, posting graphics, publishing excerpts from...
