I'm going far away from reality. Far away my feet could bring me. Far away from what it could take. What my heart, could handle.
I thought I was running, protecting myself from reality. When the truth is, I stuck even deeper on my fantasy.
I couldn't tell if anything real & worth it anymore. Telling myself to stop is not easy. Everytime I tried, its the same pattern all over again.
But fret not, be it a broken heart, sleepless night & tired soul. I'm not gonna give up. I'll be back on my feet and try again. Try all of my plan, A, till the last alphabet.
Sep 25, 2017
Sep 25, 2017 at 5:03 AM UTC
I'm going far away from reality. Far away my feet could bring me. Far away from what it could take. What my heart, could handle.
I thought I was running, protecting myself from reality. When the truth is, I stuck even deeper on my fantasy.
I couldn't tell if anything real & worth it anymore. Telling myself to stop is not easy. Everytime I tried, its the same pattern all over again.
But fret not, be it a broken heart, sleepless night & tired soul. I'm not gonna give up. I'll be back on my feet and try again. Try all of my plan, A, till the last alphabet.
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