Misery Silence

I no longer enjoy solitarily and silence Nor the bliss of tranquility in stillness. It sickens me now It's like... It feeds the lonely monster dwelling inside me and poops out negative thoughts, making me over think about little things, And the bacteria That comes with it deteriorates my optimistic immune system making it weak. Then eventually eating up my whole identity leaving me empty and thats when i start to question myself... who I really am. I feel like my soul is completely lost in the abyss of my own profound thoughts. Swimming in the infinite universe in my head. Unable to return Just floating in the void.

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22 / F / South Korea

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