Here I am, alone, staring at the ceiling, looking for something that is missing from this myself, but I do not know what it is ..
In the 4x5 meter box, I stuck with the seconds are always chasing me ..
I'm tired, tired of the monotony my life ..
I'm bored with all the drama that seemed ripped body and mind..
Why does life have to choose? choose to become an adult or juvenile, choose to harm and hurt..
Is this normal life?
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