Category: Anger
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She and i don’t exist
As i sit here, staring through the window of infinite opportunities, i reflect about the unlimited possibilities that escaped my existence; then i realize that i am simply haunted by time. I walk through the garden of my mind and i see me looking back at a person i wanted to be but is impossible…
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Running
Time is running away. Souls are crippling with burdening sensation of inadequate illusionary responsibility. All fades away except the responsibility of stripping our angry ignorant spirits in front of the undermined amazing creation. Escape to the ends and corners of the desired lost fate while your present becomes unrelated to a state of confusionism and hate. i…