It feels so weird.
I read all these sad posts, trying to connect one with the other,
trying to see how different I am,
and failing it.
Because I may have done some progress,
but I'm as damn sad as I used to be.
And sometimes.
I feel like dying.
Just because I can't stand letting my life start, letting this happen.
I'm getting closer to the end, getting closer to you.
If you could only feel the pain I do. Every day. trying to be normal,
All this stupid pain just for
willing to see you.
How could I ever thought of missing someone,
determined to just feel it.
Hiding behide these books and movied and all these masks.
Just because I want,
just for willing for you to come.
I don't want to change, but sometimes you can't stand this pain.
So I try.
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