How is today different from any other day. Today, I am still breathing the air I don't wish to, still living the life I don't want. Everyday, I imagine being someone else, I mean, not someone else but I imagine another life, a life so perfect that it's too good to be true, it is, though.
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PoetryI will try my best to vent my randomness and frustrations here instead of twitter hahaha. I hope this helps. As long as my thoughts keep flowing, this shall not have its ending :)
