Dear Diary
Now-a-days it is very weird to think about the future. I can't see future but I love to assume something interesting will happen. But now I can only see dark and no lights coming from it. So dark that it feels I keep drowning to the depth of darkness. Black, a colour which defines most erotic feeling, a colour most people love, I love but sometimes I feel that black colour consumes me whole. My heart is consumed by darkness, the blackness. Nobody listen to me everybody keep throwing their opinions, options. Nobody hears the pain I've been bringing. Sometimes I feel loved but most of the time I am lost. I want to feel happiness and I can't. Because it feels someone or something has been blocking the path and I can't reach it.
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Dear Diary
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