Sometimes,
I wish I had the chance to
start over.
I want a new life.
I hate the life I’m living.
I feel I’m living in a box,
trapped and counting down to a disaster.
I am an expressive person but
my passions die slowly every other day. I dream of a beautiful day, of cherries,
of flowers and a smiling sun…
…Then I wake up and I’m still
here.
I wish I had more to write,
more to say but all I can think of is how much more time do I have till I
implode?
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