68. Yes, sometimes it stings.

I don’t even know why, but there are times I want to cry. Maybe because the world wants me to be directed, to a place they all (except me) wanted. Ever since the younger days, to the standard I don’t usually stay. I get to like things others do not, until I grew older and […]

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57. It’s not today.

(I’ll never stop writing for this year since my faves are keeping me inspired.) I’m going nowhere, and there’s no one who cares. No way, there’s no chance, with cruel thoughts, I’m in a trance. Into the pit of nothingness I fall, expecting nobody I still call. “Calm down.” I say. Will I survive the […]

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