Strings are attached to my arms and legs,
And my emotion.
My emotions are not mine as I would like to believe so.
But I know it’s not true.
It belongs to no other but me.
Do you think I might have misplaced my voodoo doll?
Because I can’t seem to control my emotions,
Or anything actually.
Why are you letting me breathe?
Quoting one of my favorite song,
Everybody’s changing but I don’t feel the same,
I’m left frozen, aging and obese,
While others bloom and grow into deliriously beautiful
flowers.
I’m tired of being stagnant.
I’m tired of being who I am.
I’m just tired of life.
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