The world informed me that I am wrong for feeling, so I told myself to stop:
wallowing
freezing
fearing
aching
wishing
feeling
Why must I search for a meaning?
Why can’t I just be the meaning?
Feb 24, 2021
Feb 24, 2021 at 4:21 PM UTC
The world informed me that I am wrong for feeling, so I told myself to stop:
wallowing
freezing
fearing
aching
wishing
feeling
Why must I search for a meaning?
Why can’t I just be the meaning?
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