When your hands are empty and you are barefooted with empty black heart, standing middle of chaos of life, waving at life hoping for life and standing besides dead life. Is not what death actually? Is there any other end of this end too ? Or just the repetition of failures, tries and cries? Search of hope, finding light, getting it's fake, stepping forward, stepping to the darkness and search of hope! Cycle continues. Life in heads is very heavy, life outside is just a mere reflection like nothing. Nothing like nothing. What if the ways of your survival got blocked, you have to wait in scortching heat, bare footed, head down, standing in center of emptiness. I don't need empathy, sympathy or connections. I need me. My hands are empty, no hopes no happiness, i need answers i need patience i need my old self back.
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