I come to a point in my life where I don’t know who I am anymore. I sat down alone in my bed thinking about what happened to that person I once knew but I was never been better either. But still, my old self was confident, compassionate and above all she is happy. I tried so hard searching for who I really am but I got lost in the process. I’m a living mess but I’m trying. I’m trying to survive in this world without an identity. I pray to God that someday if a door opens I hope it leads me back to my old self.
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