20 September 2016

Buried.

Woke up super early in the morning and no matter what I did I just can't fall back asleep 'cos there's too many thoughts traveling back and forth in my brain. I wrote a couple of lines only to delete them again right away.

It's my personal space but I can't say a thing.
And I was left wondering if everything's my fault in the first place.
Days and years went by, and I was made into someone who'd question herself every time she's upset.

"Is it ok to be upset?"
"This isn't my fault. Or is it?"

I keep asking and asking, searching and searching for the answer.
Once I asked someone, "What should I do?" she said,

"Pray."

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