Invisible
November 17th 2017
Sometimes it feels like I am living in a dream and I that have to die first before I can really live. The chaos in my head is getting bigger and bigger. The emptiness in my heart can no longer be filled. Like air, that's how I feel. A breeze, hardly to be felt. I am floating aimlessly around this world. Nobody feels me, sees me, only hears me whisper but words can not be distinguished, I'm invisible. Invisible to everyone.
I feel alone. So alone.
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my head is a mess (ENGLISH)
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