Sometimes, I believe that there's hope for me and the ones I love.
A hope that tomorrow will be better.
My smile will be brighter.
I will feel different.
Sometimes, I give up one every one and everything, so sick of routine.
Everything gets worse.
I'm shrouded in darkness.
And I'll always feel the same.
Never laying content in between the two extremes, my gaze always transfixed to successes or failures ..
Happiness or pain..
Inhaling or asphyxiation..
Life or death..
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lonely 1 a.m's
Poetrynot everything has a meaning..but everything does have a feeling. these words can be pointless to you but a world unknown to another. - perspective.
