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▬▬ windswept waste, diurnal pilgrims
I'm all words,
but without feelings.
Right . . .
I've noticed from the start.
I've always been lying.
All those compliments
I gave were just mere words
without emotions.
I only imitate what humans usually act.
And behind of those lies were just
empty words.
I wonder when will find my life?
I also don't know what I'm doing here,
ranting all of my petty thoughts.
Look at me . . . dwelling in
these annoying feelings of mine.
Because I don't understand—
I don't understand a thing.
I'm all confused.
What does heart supposed to mean?
I know what human heart was by definition,
but
I don't know what
it feels like.
It was Monday again.
You woke up early that day . . . Or rather, you didn't sleep at all. You had a few free hours, but you only did was to close your eyes while your thoughts was spiraling in the haze of despair.
