And here comes the New year, New 365, But she stays the same, same old, same dark, and same old thoughts of sketching.
It's not easy, to get away from, them. If we are free of them, just for awhile, they go away, for now, only to come back strong next time, making her more weak without even letting her recover.
Maybe she is too selfish, too self centered, too bitchy, making everything thing about herself, not caring about anybody else other than herself, but then again she doesn't even care about herself.
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Life
Randomgoing towards the end of the tunnel, with no way to turn back. stand at the edge of the cliff, with no way to come down. sitting on top of the building, with no stairs to back down.
