Sometimes, I drift into daydreams—not of the one who holds my heart, nor the friends who offer me solace, but of the life that waits beyond the present.
Yet, when I peer into the horizon of my own future, all I see is void. A black expanse. A silent nothing. A sorrowful truth.
I once wondered why—why my imagination faltered, why my dreams felt like ghosts of something lost. Had I been robbed of fantasy, or had I simply learned that no vision could ever be mine to
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Author:
Freddi (
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- Category: Sad
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A lovely write, i think many of us at different stages have pondered the same thoughts, enjoyed the read
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