flooded mind

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my mirror, how many years until now have i changed? how many times have i lost something?

you know my story, you were aware of what i saw and what i got scared of

how many times did i stand in front of you and confessed that im tired of this world? how many chances did i have left?

every passing day i am living feels like a year, my heart is tired from all these stories

will my wounds ever leave and draw an ending path..

i am not happy

so tell me, where is my beginning?