I looked up in the blue sky, wondering. If I ever will break free from this cocoon and fly up in sky soaring up high? Will I ever feel satisfied and happy? How should I face myself. how should I stop hating my self and found trust within me? Will I be able to lift this weight off my shoulder?
Everynight I lay up in my bed with this overwhelming thoughts,
Everynight this torturous venom like words stabbing the wounds that are already opened are the cause of my damped pillow,
Everynight I tried to compose myself. I sighed to myself "ah, it's one of those nights again", I said that to myself and pour my emotions out yet again.
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Lost
FantasyDisclaimer : this book is inspired by my dream and how I felt in it. I wrote this for fun and to share this interesting atmosphere I've never felt. this is just a short story of mine. no big chapters.
