Am I lost? Or simply too stubborn to accept my fate?
Sometimes I think I have a diseased mind incapable of thinking new thoughts.
Perhaps that is the reason for my misfortune, and complete and utter loneliness that seems to never fade.
It only grows inside of me more and more with each passing minute.
I can't seem to find what I'm looking for and I'm not sure if I want it anyway.
Maybe it's just another thing that I've built up in my head that will turn out to be completely useless to me.
Maybe I can't find joy in anything.
Not even writing.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryNobody prepares you for the confusing struggle of parting ways with who you once were. If you're stubborn like me you'll try and fight it only to realize that you can't hold on to the broken girl that you once were if want to become a strong woman...
