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.Passionate in crafts, arts and food.
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.Better off single but built for community.

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"One day when you see my face by day, not under the moonlight but face to face. When you say, i will say: Und mir, du."


Does it matter? One day we are gone; Whatever that is on earth only matters to those that are still here.

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Im kinda single now.

But not available?

I don't know.

I am just lost.

I feel like, it was as before.

I thought i found someone different.

Is it like what my teacher said?

The victim will put themselves in the hands of abusers,

like a cycle,

so they are victims?

Please.

Break the chain, my Lord.

Today, started out..

Mehs.

But i guess, then it all became, a game.

Like, its back to my separate identity again.

The person behind the pencil.

Person behind words on ink.

Drawings.

Doodles.

Poems.

Pictures.

Whatnots.

#almostdied when i went to get dinner for dad.

Honestly, i was really fine settling ice-cream or KFC for dinner (No appetite).

But, seeing how he did not actually have proper lunch.. and the rest of the family members pretty much feel that they had done alot of things (who in these times do not think so?),

so.. i went to get it.

Despite being kinda sick, worned, and everything.

Wet a towel, and mugged myself on my way there and back.

But ive got extra cash.

For whats worth,

 I keep praying that i don't suffocate.

Arghs.

I need to focus so much now,

Before no more commppp ):

I guess at the end of the day, no one really accepts.

So what if you gave all you could?

They wouldn't.

Dear God, did you felt the same way too?

I'm Sorry. 

The tide kept rising,

before i can even put my head above the waters, 

there it went, like gushing wind,

forcefully;

My stomach full,

throat hoarse,

there is nothing more i can do;

To wait for death itself, or to continue to swim?

I'm tired, looking for a place to float.

Possible? 

But floating and adrift, is kinda the same just slower and less tedious.

Painful or fast?

Lasting, or no more?

#imtheother