Drowning in my thoughts of negativity, seeing only the shadows while the sun shines down on me. Feeling the rain on a clear sky looking in the mirror asking my self why. Why do I continue to dream and search for that certain road? Sometimes life seems so long or am I just getting old? I sometimes wonder if what I seek is truly apart of me. Is my journey in vain? I wish someone could tell me. My deep rooted sorrow seems to consume me. Even when I see happiness somehow joy always eludes me. I struggle with my mind trying to make sense. I’m left with a void that never makes sense. This battle that I’m in always ends the same a broken heart, a broken mind, and a torn soul who is the creator of this game?
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