The night is still young
The full moon is golden
These eyes are tired
This heart is heavy
Thoughts embrace
Mind in chaos
Questions and regrets
No right solution
No clear path
No more will to fight...
A slow song in a foreign language
After this melody ends
I'll take that leap
And become a star watching the fireworks.
-Laxmi Bhargavi Golla
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SUICIDE LETTERS
RandomI'm fine but I still write them sometimes... I think we all do it, we all feel it. We try not to give into them but sometimes we stay in that sadness and let ourselves read those rotten thoughts.
