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Hey namir . How are you, hope you are fine. You know sometimes grace i hoped i didn't exist. I hoped that i was just a fantasy who received open letters from sullen souls. I haven't been doing good lately. I've been doing awfuly bad. And no namir it's not like the usual. Every time i fight it but this time grace I'm letting in get in me nevertheless. I want it to kill me namir . I. I'm fed up. But I've once read that not all writers are sad. But all sad people write. It's not that kind of thing when you rhyme your heart with. It's not that kind of thing when you feel mesmerized. It was that feeling when poetry touched you with every scent in her. I believe grace that art is poetry and poetry isn't always poetry. Words are drawings and paints are metaphors. Stories are lyrics. It's why we love art so much. Paintings, music, poetry, journals filled to the brim with drawings and sharp words. They explain our feeling. They put into word what we feel yet can't say. They show us that we aren't the only ones who feel lost at night and struggle. We find joy in creativity even the tiniest thing. We. We did never exist here grace. I always loved art. But society taught me that it was so wrong to love anything besides your job. Society taught me that colors were a form of shame. Society taught me that i could never be an artist. Society gave me no reasons but i obeyed it. Society told me that dreamers didn't survive in our world. Society also told me that your words were just ashes wind can blow them. So here am i years later.
Color-less. Soul-less. Life-less.
I'm a walking shadow but I've no idea why I'm still walking. When i pass by art i don't notice it anymore. I didn't want to become artless. I didn't want to become dreamless. I didn't want to come thoughtless. I wanted to become the art. I wanted to feel the colors. I wanted to dance on tunes and fall for lyrics. I wanted to live. So we lay in dark. We've got nothing to say. Just the beating of hearts. Like two drums in the grey. I don't know what we are doing. I don't know what we've done. Buy society is coming i think we should run
Dear society I've become prey for your actions. I'm not happy, I'm not fine and I'm suicidal.
00Is it really the best days of our life? Look around and you. Look how youth turned to myths
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Published on June 07, 2017
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