Will I ever be capable?

I stand alone, somewhere in between the sea and the sky. I look beneath and see an ocean Filled with fluid that looks like crimson. Is that scarlet liquid mine? Or of the people that loathe me? Is that maroon solution mine? Or of the people who hug me? I look up and see theContinue reading “Will I ever be capable?”

How Does It Feel?

How does it feel to be just a witness of love and had never got a chance to be loved? How does it feel to be someone who has longed for love for too long and has received hatred and humiliations in return?How does it feel to feel like you are too hard to love?Continue reading “How Does It Feel?”

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