What is Life?
If not the painful day to day existence.
Life.
I don't want it.
Never did.
For as long as I remember....
I questioned my existence.
Life.
A bucket full of tears.
A heart filled with pain.
A mind filled with turmiol and confusion.
Happiness.
A temporary cooling breeze, always passin by.
So rare, such moments.
So rare.
Dreams.
The creativity of my mind.
My escape from reality.
So many dreams... everytime I close my eyes.
Im tired.
Just very tired.
Of life.
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