Why am I like this?
Why did you make me like this, God?
Why do I care so much?
The tiniest sparks of fire making the flame larger by the minute.
The grasp of time being eaten away like large chunks of your life disappearing.
Why do I keep thinking?
It is a non-stopping journey.
A journey where the path never comes to an end.
Mar 7, 2018
Mar 7, 2018 at 8:00 PM UTC
Why am I like this?
Why did you make me like this, God?
Why do I care so much?
The tiniest sparks of fire making the flame larger by the minute.
The grasp of time being eaten away like large chunks of your life disappearing.
Why do I keep thinking?
It is a non-stopping journey.
A journey where the path never comes to an end.
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