I can't close my eyes
tears gather.
I can't breathe
the air is stuck.
I can't gulp
my throat is tight.
I try to plant my dream,
but land is
barren
Still, I try.
Even my conscience
mocks me.
Jun 13, 2025
Jun 13, 2025 at 11:02 AM UTC
I can't close my eyes
tears gather.
I can't breathe
the air is stuck.
I can't gulp
my throat is tight.
I try to plant my dream,
but land is
barren
Still, I try.
Even my conscience
mocks me.
It’s that moment when giving up feels easier, everything is against you;
but you can’t, because giving up just isn’t you.
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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