Everything’s Okay
I am like a last-born flamingo in a drying out world, with salted legs as rough and heavy as rocks, left behind; alone and lonely. On Earth where people who deserve to live are giving their lives up, suffering; why does someone like me, who doesn’t have any kind of talent and ruins everything she touches is still living. I don’t deserve to live. Why was I even born? There is no reason for me to be here, I have no use in anything: only damage and harm. Well okay, we can’t change the fact that I was born but the real question […]
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