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| Disclaimer: photo not mine. |
Why do we allow people to dictate which image should we pose? Do they even know the depth of our souls? Do they even know the pain behind each tear we shed? Do they even feel the emptiness that creeps in when the lights are off? Do they even walk the dark streets alone? Do they know the heartbreaks that line the scars of my hope?
Nobody knows how to be me… and nobody cares whether I know the real me… where can you find yourself when you’re lost? How do you go back home when the tunnel is doomed? How can you make corrections to the wrong decisions you made?
Is happiness limitless? Or does it have boundary?
