It’s 2am and I have the urge to write.
I feel so crappy now and I feel so lost.
I’m like a puppy. A puppy who was loved by many because she’s so pretty but then one day, she got lost on her way home… she couldn’t go back.
One day, she found her way home to see that everything has changed.
She was still pretty but she was stained.
She was no longer the star. She was no longer relevant.
She does not want to live anymore.
Her routines got the better of her and she closed herself to everyone.
She wants nothing to do with the world anymore.
She does not want anything to do with the world anymore.
And then there’s this guy who looks into her eyes as if he has seen something beautiful
He was staring deep into her soul.
An understatement, because she does not have one.
She can’t cry, she has no feelings.
She’s numb and she’s lost.
She’s dead but still alive.
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