I'm not living, I have been sleepwalking everyday. I'm stuck in this infinite nightmare that kept on replaying like a broken sad song. I'm afraid that I won't be able to escape, to wake up. I desperately sought for my escape as I continue to exist like some lifeless doll in a never ending loop.
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Moon Child | Ongoing
Poetry"Home isn't always four walls. Sometimes it's one warm embrace And two people's heartbeats as one. " - Moon Child (StarHues) Collection of poems mostly tackling about falling in love with someone out of your reach. Musings about the pain of unrequit...
