Something doesn't feel right. I can't find the beauty in things that have kept me so pure. Things like reading books, taking walks around the park, or writing something creative are just... getting very dull. Without those core parts, it seems as though time passes from one event to another, with sadness in the gaps. To the point where I'm asking myself, "do I even wanna get up today"? I guess this sums it up, something I wrote a long time ago. Wish I could still write.."Words fight to break through my throat, never a clue what to say. Laughing away the silence on my behalf. Searching for answers and ending up with questions. Asking who am I [who am I]? I'll never fill this hole until I unveil this shield that I hide behind." Whoo, well I guess some sleep will do some good, night :/ BTW place in photo is amazing, favorite place <3
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