Lost.
I hate every single cell of me , Every single thought, every single memory, every lesson I've been taught. I hate my long brown hair, I hate my eyes as well. can't say that I don't care about what people tell. I just want to run away somewhere far, far away. and I want to stay in silence, feel no fear, truly slay. I just want to be right now in the deepest point of forest. Surprisingly, I got somehow— this is not my real purpose. do I want to be alone ? will my problems be solved then ? if I'm somewhere far from home Will I say the words " I can " ? or I'll feel it all again ?! it all, without any explanation... I'm so tired of this frustration, that is chasing me from then . from that time , when I forgot who I really am . 11 Aug, 2020. 11:17 p.m.
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Why?
I was alone. I am alone. I will be alone. But why People always lie? I can't hear it Every time! And then They try to come Back. And i Don't understand it. Why?
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