I cannot count how many times I doubted, how many times I held my breath. Do I really need to change to be happy? Is it necessary to leave and never come back to find those who will accept me? I will probably never know. Because even if I have tons of dreams, even if I am fully conscient that it would be better for me to go, I won't. Why, may you ask. Why am I sacrificing my own happiness, my own self-esteem? For what, exactly? When I think about it, I don't even think they would remember me for more than a couple of months. But I am too afraid of losing everything (even if it's not that much actually), to start again from the beginning. In fact, I miss that time when I wasn't realizing my loneliness. When I was naive enough to think that I really was appreciated by people. In fact, I miss nothingness.
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PoetryJust some random thoughts and moods I wanted to share. My heart needs to breathe sometimes so here is the opportunity! The texts I write are often very short by the way. If it can be any important for you :) PS: I know it's not really poetry but I d...
