Lover is far away, not sure if she is here to stay.
Work is far from reach, but who am I to preach?
Constant exhaustion, no motivation.
Lonesome, a nobody, within this twisted nation.
Surrounded by “family,” with no liberty.
Bound by these deathly notions, that continues to consume me.
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Quite a beautiful expression of your feelings, I must say.
I’ll put this simply; you are too beautiful to let go of your life.
Not only because of your physical beauty, but I can see from reading your posts that although you’re a tortured soul, you possess this inner beauty that just wants to radiate and shine.
Please. Let it shine.
The world cannot lose someone as special (and beautiful) as you.