Stranger

I'm a stranger in my own bed. The feeling of not recognizing where you are.

Why did I return? Why do I have to please everybody except my self? I want to do what makes me happy. If god exist, is this his way of pranking me? No, I have to stop blaming someone else of what is going on in my life.

Sad feelings? The brains way of letting you know you had it, and now it's far away.

 


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