What makes us, us? Is it the fire in our soul or the dreams we carry in our bones or is it the passion that circulates in our veins. What gives us our identity? I've never been able to place what makes me "me". I'm a chaos to say the least. I've endured so much upon my heart and there's so much still to come. My mind is tired, my soul is tired. I don't need no more emotional attachments for I'm sick of being betrayed, thrown off my high pedestal of high hopes. I have nothing in me but unresolved feeling, wandering thoughts and fatigued bones. I'm a chaos. **** When your childhood beliefs are torn and you find yourself thrown into the whirlwind of gruesome reality. How would your little mind cope? Who would you trust? Will you trust the guy that sends you letters, telling you, you're some kind of Unearthly being that he's obsessed with. Or the guy that holds you when you cry at night? And what if you find yourself stuck in a complicated love-triangle, making your chaotic life even more chaotic. Will you be brave enough to strip your chaos naked?
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