It's because i want to write again
As melancholic as a person can be,
Am full of lies.
Strangled by the Idea of the person that I thought was me.
A melancholic lady.
Or am I?
Am I not blue enough? Maybe.
Pain and grieving of one's should be embraced, giving the happiness and joy their value in one's story.
What is sadness?
It's in our head.
It's in our head.
It's in our head.
It's in our soul.
We lied to ourselves too many times we believed in those lies.
What is 'Okay' anyway?
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