this night

some people is not capable of love
too coward
too scared
too demanding
too oblivious
too empty
too understanding

every single thing you understand it
its very scary
courage is not biggest part of me
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i hate confrontation
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hence to day i learn yet another about myself.
and i intend to change it.
too much trouble


because i am a coward.
is it bad to be coward?

Silent wind

We easily let ourselves take things for granted.
You always take me for granted
I allows myself to be taken dor granted
I've forgotten how hurt it felt.
And I am very tired.


The nothingness keeps me questioning the purpose of it all. Not god. Me.
How shall I
What should I
Will I have the strength for another step?


To a point
So many hate in this tiny heart of mine-
All there is lies and lies till we confused ourselve what is real what is make-believe.
I pretend just so to live.
What does that makes me?
Am I good or am I bad?
A liar or an innocent?



I am a wind drifting by.
I who have nothing
Just another day everyday.