I'm alive, yes.
But I am barely breathing.
The inside of me, is already dead.
With the scars in my soul, I don't know where will I headed for.
Maybe it's time for my soul to take a break?
My soul needs to rest for a while.
It needs to be fed.
I need the courage for my soul to live.
To up hold my lonely soul to what it really wants.
And what's the total purpose of this life.
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𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙄 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙨𝙖𝙮 ;
RandomA compilation of my personal thoughts, prose, poets, words and special letters that I wasn't able to say in person because it's too late.. I'm too late. Note: I started to wrote on this since 2018 and now I have the courage to finally publish every...
