95. It Gets Worse.

Tonight, I realize one true thing; I am surviving on a broken wing. It's like swimming with a tank full of sharks, not ashamed that only I see the marks. It's like someone throwing many darts, went around them, and straight to my heart. One side of me says, "It's your fault," while the other …

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92. [kree-ey-ter]

This is just another post where I rant about specific topic from the beginning until the end of this post, so if you don't want to read it, it's okay I understand. I was bored the other day, literally didn't do anything for the whole day, so I spent my time reading my old posts …

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