Stuck in Limbo, an eternity of rain and coldness.
Puffy eyes, runny nose are how I look everyday.
Empty void.
I lose passion for strumming melancholy rhythms in this guitar .
I lose passion for creating and alternate reality were I play God and create my nature and arts.
I lose passion for creating stories with better worlds.
I lose passion for waking up in the mornings with no purpose.
I lose passion for breathing.
Lose passion for speaking.
No passion for living.
No passion at all.
Jul 18, 2017
Jul 18, 2017 at 4:58 PM UTC
Stuck in Limbo, an eternity of rain and coldness.
Puffy eyes, runny nose are how I look everyday.
Empty void.
I lose passion for strumming melancholy rhythms in this guitar .
I lose passion for creating and alternate reality were I play God and create my nature and arts.
I lose passion for creating stories with better worlds.
I lose passion for waking up in the mornings with no purpose.
I lose passion for breathing.
Lose passion for speaking.
No passion for living.
No passion at all.
I've been listening to flatsound and dandelion hands a lot.
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