I feel like this life isn't mine;
It wasn't supposed to be like this.
I was supposed to be something great;
A voice that reached out to those who needed a source of hope.
I was meant to be adored!
However, I am not adored.
Instead, I'm here counting each second full of emptiness in my life, pondering about things that hold no meaning.
How unlovable I truly must be!
That's okay.
I'm okay.
Okay?
Okay means nothing.
Okay?

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Constellations Of The Mind
PoesíaThoughts pulled at random from the jumble of mischief I claim to be my mind.