If I am the chief of sinners,then I am the chief of sufferers too.
My life is my own. I have been broken many times. My current abode is the merciless pits of torment. I see gray. I don't see colours anymore. All I see are shades of grey. I have lost connection with this world,ages ago. I am the aeroplane that never landed. I am the misunderstood.
However one thing I know.
I am a phoenix.
I will rise from the ashes.
I crave vengeance.
I will see justice be served.
I am,Gem.
I am the coal,who did well under pressure.
I am
Here.
And I don't care what people say about my sexuality or looks or my own self in general.
- In depression🌚
- JoinedJanuary 28, 2020
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