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Sep 2
What is this torturous thing called life?
When I get comfortable, it gets completely destroyed from the inside out.
I only want happiness, peace and comfort.
I’m lost, looking for my place in this lifetime.
The waves keeps coming back and just when I thoughtΒ the storm stopped.
It came back again.
Will it stop or will it come back?
Help me Lord!
Written by
Karla de Souza  24/F
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