I woke up from my sleep and feel cold..
Still sleeping with a blanket covering my body..
But I still feel cold..
The cold of the world makes me tremble..

I need something to warm it..
Something warm, fresh and cheerful..
Alone feeling this boredom is really make me tiring..
I am tired..
I am weak..
I am tired..
I am weak..
I am tired with this weakness..
I am tired because I know that I am weak..

I am trying to hold my self badly..
But in the end I have no idea what should I do..

I am trying to get my spirit back..
But in the end I can't full filled my passion..

I am trying to be understood..
But in the end I can't learn anything..

I am trying to find someone who can accompany me..
But in the end I found no one..

Living in this cold world is really quiet..
I even listened to the whispers of the story from the wall..

When this is over?

Day 285
I am rocking back and forth
trying to fight this temptation
because my vices are tired of
Experiencing Starvation.
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Day 1
I tried, I really did
But here I am again
It’s never a matter of if,
It’s only a matter of when.

Hey You , over there , with those glittering eyes
How you doing today
Still wearing your smile as disguise
But I don't see you any way

You are my weakness
You're beautiful to me 
Trying to turn you down
But you've a switch every time

Tired eyes 
Tired dreams
We both shared but can't feel
I'm a incomplete puzzle and you are my missing piece

Yes, what you see
Is indeed that you feed

Weakness
Meekness
Beatnik
It's not a tale

It's my silk
Screen Scale

It's not a green light
Too hard to fight
Red, Green
back to yellow

Wished of being yellow

dear reader,
will you please help me?

i am starving!

whoever you are
wherever you are
whenever you can:

feed me with money
don't you worry about ostensible risks for yourself your soul or your body:

rumors. spread by liars
who dare to call me a drug

truly, i'm starving for you.

sincerely
your favorite substance