Every night, I feel as though a small part of me dies, leaving behind the weight of yesterday's experiences. And yet, as the sun rises to greet a new day, I'm filled with a sense of hope and possibility, despite the ever-present dangers that lurk in the recesses of my mind.
Each day is like a vivid daydream, teetering on the edge of reality and imagination, where the boundaries between life and death blur and merge. Though I'm aware of the risks that come with living, I embrace each moment with a fierce determination to make the most of the time I have, and to cherish the beauty and wonder of this fragile, fleeting existence.
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I'm Just A Lost Soul
Non-FictionIn the scribbles and ink stains of my paper and pen, lie the reflections of my soul.📝
