Will back soon
On my thoughts I always will be home. In my dreams I'm home even if I actually not. Sorry for being that much depressed. But I feel like I lose everything even it's still exist. Sorry for you that you don't understand. I think I don't feel that world is real. Is it real? Tell me why I feel this way, I hope you know. I can't recognize my thoughts, I can't see my own hands. I feel like life is a big joke now, It's make me feel stressed so I want to puke. Every time I see people around, I don't feel like I'm part of them. Am I actually ever was? I don't think it will gone later, so sorry for being annoying. I hope it will gone later, so sorry it still that much sadly. Am I actually exist or just part of me hope that my mind still here? I hope it's not like this, I hope so but don't believe. Oh don't worry, I feel that I already used to it. Oh don't worry, I feel that it's what I was born for. Nothing can't hurts anymore, nothing feels like home. Am I really part of it? What supposed I do, I asking you just because I don't feel like my soul still with me. I used, I was used I totally was. Try to forget where home is, just don't look at time. I spending it in energy-saving mode. Don't use your money, don't eat, sleep more. Days are gone, face to face. Me and someone else in my head. I can't remember what I supposed to be. My head pulled around I think my silly eyes again try Recognise something around, something around me. I hope it will gone soon. I hope it will gone soon. I hope it will gone soon. I hope when it's happend I will be still here. Later I will back. Tell me I will back.
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