The world told me that my feelings have no place to be living. They are too much and they are sickening. The intense wave of something passing. I should have known better than pursuing. Sometimes they got the best of me, sometimes they pulled me drowning. I realize, they are always winning. Along my life, I keep apologizing. Writing messages that I keep deleting. The only way I know I could survive is through filtering. What I want to say, what I'm struggling, my own burden is my own responsibility for keeping. No one needs to know, no one needs to know. No one needs to feel the impact of something I am battling.
"I'm sorry, my feelings should not have been existing."
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Book of Unwanted Feelings
RandomHow I paint all those emotions that has been bothering me ever since
