it has became routine
Writing and erasing
I'm running out of the words
let's say
there is nothing left in my world
I won't say that I have given up, I quit
no
I would never do that,I just like quite sit
There is so much to feel, to think, to live
but I'm not sure which one is real
which one is for me to see
which one I should feel
It's not depressive anymore
there is no poisonous memories
it's just calm now
like mind wants to run in empty fields
all alone
I have given up
on the thought of needing someone
I'm all I need
to make happy and care
there is no one standing above
I want to get used to it
I want to get used to me
Nowdays................
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