Misunderstood
There is so much in this world that is misunderstood. Thoughts, feelings, actions, life.There are so many questions. Why me? Love or hate? Live or die? Everyone has these thoughts right? Eithr consiously or subconsiously. Tell me that im not crazy. Tell me that my life was just a dream and when I wake up in the morning I wont remember it.
Thats what my life feels like. A dream. Am I real? Can you see me? Can you help me?
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