Apr 2020
I visited that place
where I was the loneliest,
Where I became a corpse,
Where I wasn't me but
like mirror glass,
Only reflection!
my presence was just
my hopeless depression.
where I was the loneliest,
Where I became a corpse,
Where I wasn't me but
like mirror glass,
Only reflection!
my presence was just
my hopeless depression.
(21/M)
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