Is it possible that everything is true.
Me in the verge of end.
I'm barely thinking of how much my presence is gonna matter.
Is it over?
Have done all.
Have I felt all.
Scary thing, nothing is left to discover anymore from hatred to love.
If only dieing was easy enough.
“Literally dieing might be difficult“.
But I'm already broke now, from within.
May be thats what they say, “it's a part of being grown up“.
Scariest part is I'm not afraid, not afraid of letting the kid in me leave.
.
My life is stuck somewhere.
Nothingness is all I have.
All is so messed up that I don't even know how to express how I feel.
Or even discover anymore what hurts.
It has become so bad that I'm looking for escapism.
Im lost without building a road back!
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