In the end I messed up again. How true am I to others. How true am I to myself. I don't know who I am. The unspoken words reside me, I don't know how to let them out. I have ideas but no words, will anyone ever understand me.
It's tiring. Expectations, hopes, ambitions, I have no more. I want no more. Just to lay in a serene landscape til the end of time. Til my end of time.
Are these words even mine?
My thoughts are as confusing as the concept of time. I just want to sleep for eternity.
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Lost One
Short StoryLost emotions Someone hear me out, that's all I want please find me.
