And even when I feel happy, I ask myself
"Why do I also feel empty?"
All these tears and scars won't help it
I wonder what's the meaning of life
Is it possible to sense everything
But also nothing at the same time?
Maybe the universe is teaching me a lesson
Maybe I am my own black hole,
I am my own void
And maybe I can only learn to accept it
I can only learn to live with it
Maybe this is the meaning of life.
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PoetryDuring the past few years I found out that people I used to be friends with would talk about me behind the scenes, creating their own scripts and scenarios & making me the villain in their own story. Not only that, the general public, along with soc...
