Something is wrong, I feel a piece of me is missing,hollowness and exhaustion evoke me.
Full of confusion, making mistakes... I’m cemented to this mask to make me appear to be who I was.
But who am I now?
It’s a question that the mere thought of it makes me so absent.
No thoughts, no feelings, thoroughly numb to my own world.
Where is the girl who used to be a coalescence of fun and love!
She was invincible.
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S R Clarke (Pseudonym) (
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If anyone tries to answer your questions they will be wrong because only you have those answers. The answers may not be clear to you today but relax, we all go through a similar search of ourselves.
I suspect the answers will arrive after you stop looking for them. Seems to happen a lot.
I completely agree, I write to see my progress as a person to understand myself better. Thank you, I think it’s natural to feel at a lost sometimes. It will be nice to see the journey I have created as time goes on.
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