I live in a world where every action I do needs revision, cuts and editing.
I thought I could stay as long I want, but no I erred, the beginning I thought might just be nearing its end. What typical hospitality I earned, turned upside down and betrayed my trust. Running within my veins is the feeling of loneliness, of desolation.
Barren. Cropped out of the big picture. Restricted of the happiness I deserve. I could have grabbed it from my sight. I almost on my way to it. Friendship was all I craved for, but still I was unfortunate enough.
I just don't fit in this world everyone's trying to own.
I thought I could stay as long I want, but no I erred, the beginning I thought might just be nearing its end. What typical hospitality I earned, turned upside down and betrayed my trust. Running within my veins is the feeling of loneliness, of desolation.
Barren. Cropped out of the big picture. Restricted of the happiness I deserve. I could have grabbed it from my sight. I almost on my way to it. Friendship was all I craved for, but still I was unfortunate enough.
I just don't fit in this world everyone's trying to own.
[PaperBug]
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