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She looks up at the dark night sky.
She wonders, what it feels like to be a bright star.
Should she hang high to feel it?
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She’s sorry. All her words only bring pain.
She’s sorry. The way she thinks is so low it’s only bring bad alive.
Even when she takes the bullet, it is not enough.
She’s sorry.
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She sees another end.
Why it’s never happy ending for her?
She just wants a place to lean on.
She willingly gives everything but she cannot make anyone stay.
Is she really unworthy?
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It feels like everybody's happy but me It hurts more when I smile than when I cry Though I try to hold it back everyday Though I try to hang in there But it's not working so well
TXT - Run Away
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If she is happy, is she either faking it or trying to convince herself that she is happy?
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She sees a lot of people struggles with their own problems. Who the hell she is, tries seeking attention so she can tell her stories. She is nothing, she’s always be alone. So now she knows it is better to stay silent.
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One time, she feels too much. Her hands roam to find something to hold. She’s lost. She really wants to scream, asks for someone to give her hands. At least for a bit, only to keep her sane. After bawling, she realized she has no one.
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One day
Two days
Three days
She has been crying for the whole three days. She wants everything to stop. But she cannot stop it. Just tell her, how to stop.
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Without her, universe seems walks fine. So without her everything will be fine. Just without her.
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numb. she cannot feel it anymore. scratch, bruises, cuts. she cannot feel things. she walks back to back from one reality to others, lost in poisonous box and sinks down to at the edge of imagination and transforms to another reality. her eyes becomes empty, turns to dark emotionless stare and lost to the abyss. everything around her moves too slow. and again, numb. she can feel nothing.
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She is laying on the cold grass with dark night sky above her acts like blanket fort hovering. She looks around. She cannot find it. That one star that shines the brightest. She lost it. She does not have something she dearly holds anymore. The star disappeared from her.
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So, no one will care of her anymore since today. The last person that she dearly holds already threw her away. From now on, again, like in the past. She is alone. Again.
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She wants to cry. She really wants to cry. A lot. So bad. She wants it.
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She knows. She can see the end of this road. She feels it that in no time she will be thrown away. She knows the end is approaching. Soon. Faster. Closer. Suffocating indeed but she cannot push her feeling too much. Instead she will stab her wound deeper slowly. Bit a bit. The fact she knows, the end is passed already.
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It’s not that Jimin hated his life. Or his family. Or his friends. In fact, he was what society would deem ‘lucky’. It’s that he had an intense, intense hatred towards himself, one he could never escape because it was always at the back of his mind every day, no matter what he did or where he went.
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