Finding happiness in reading, it takes me to my ideal life. Because Im a lost soul... 
Feeling empty inside, not knowing what happiness is.
I feel like a needle in haystack,too imposible to find.
Even I dont know who I am...
Dont know what happiness is.
Im submerged with a deep wound of the past that does not heal, it keeps on bleeding secrectly.
I keep a two face mask to show the people...to deceive my very own self.
Im a total mess...
Perfectly imperfect...
Full but empty...
Contented but wanting more of unknown...
Looking for something I dont know...
Could somebody tell me who I am?
  • JoinedMarch 4, 2014




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