For as long as I can remember, I always wanted to be something. Until I realised I couldn't. Dreams are useless, cause it's only dreams and you'll never be able to accomplish them. I don't really Care anymore. All I do is write, break my voice then repeat again. I'm crashing everytime I open my eyes. That's fine, I learned to live with myself. And one day, I'll be free from existing.
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Ombrefurtive
Dec 04, 2024 05:33PM
I wish I had somewhere to call home.This isn't a home, this is an emotional and physical torture place that makes me lose my sanity everyday.Am I born to wait for this suffering to end? The thing i...View all Conversations
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