I was old news.
I was the text fading away in a pile of papers. All I wanted was to be reopen and found.
I was in a abyss within an abyss waiting to be found and freed. Through all black and white pictures I waited for mine to be recognized, to be chosen and hunted down,to finally rest in peace knowing that my body found.
-diana💭
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The Abyss Of Thoughts
Поэзия"Looking at my reflection, I realize that in the ungrateful end, Between the old me and the new and improved me, The real me has disappeared. What is left for me? My real identity doesn't exist anymore, Only in past memories, I have become my worst...
