How can I be positive when my world was darkness itself.
Two worlds can't collide.
I lost my sun.
I don't even have a single star.
Sometimes I'm like the Jupiter.
All I have was storms.
No one wants a world that way worse than hell.
But I became smaller.
Cold.
That life could not exist.
My heart become hard as a rock.
I'm just like the Pluto, who lost its orbit.
Can't find my direction to life.
Just like Pluto, I exist but not considered.
And since I lost my sun, I will eventually die.
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Thơ CaMy random thoughts daily, writing to avoid being engulf by my sanity. If I stop writing, it means its the end for me.
