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Jul 2019
I am just trying to shrink myself, trying to become smaller, quieter, less sensitive, less opinionated, less needy, and less me. This feeling of being forgotten, being less important is killing me. These days I wander why my friends are  just stabbing behind my back and discussing everything irrelevant. I am clueless and feel like a tissue at the corner of my room that even could not make its way to the dustbin. Every morning I wake up sad and tired, n sleep with the same grief of being unwanted
There is this gradual growth of hatred towards life.
They say unless you  have bad times, you can’t appreciate the good times.
I try not to overthink. I try to be strong but Unfortunately
I cant see any good times coming that can be appreciated.
Written by
prosaic poetess
   Fawn and Christos Victor
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