I'm suffocating and want to breathe but am unable to inhale pressured by the weight. Expectations are tough can someone could please tell the burden that suffers? Aching for comfort a will to heal for the unfortunate that seek, could we meet and let me be? On two sides of my shoulders an angel and a devil which scale would I choose to have a concrete view? I just close my eyes and cry it out a voiceless sound will fade somehow. Once I open those teary eyes of mine a shove of light will greet me up for a rise and shine a new morning will brightly light for a well-done deed has yet to come.
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Diary of Thoughts
RandomOne can be lost in its own thoughts with things that surround one. There were thoughts that circulate that life is the opponent of mankind. A battle of wonders of what if, a mere ideal of other self, fantasies, and much more. Will you share yours?
