It hurts, isn't it?
To love life but keep losing the will to live. To stop looking forward for your tomorrow. To seek for peace only for it to slip out of your grasp. And to sleep only to lose all the dreams you wished to keep.
And it is true that survival is beautiful. But it hurts, too. To keep surviving only to die in every single day.
xx: “when in a vicious circle”
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ataraxis
Poetryataraxis n. - the absence of mental stress or anxiety. Book Cover by: @itsjhelaaa Most Impressive Ranking •Poetry #46 out of 10.4k Stories
