"I'm stuck in a time loop. I'm experiencing everything all over & over again and I'm tired of it. Every time I try to find an exit to this horrible nightmare, I just end up losing myself. I'm tired of waking up everyday doing the same things as if that's my way of life. I want to be free, I want to break out of this time loop. Every corner I peek, it seems that I'm the one left far behind.
Reminiscing in old memories and chasing dreams that seem so far away. I feel lost, like every piece of hope left in me has been turned into stardust and splattered throughout the sky for the world to see. What is there really to see? A person who has lost her way or a person that doesn't know her identity? I'm tired of carrying a oil lamp while walking a endless road filled with melancholy and despair. I'm stuck in a time loop, and it's getting dark here. "
- Tired
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Belgium Nights
PoetryPoetical writings of a girl & her past memories. #7 in poetry 💕
