En gammal text jag skrev om att ljuga för sig själv.
Letter from I to me about myselfDear me, what are you doing to me? Why are you keeping me prisoner and forcing me to share cell with despair. Why are you forcing me to fight to find happiness that lasts more than a minute, a second? I just want up to the surface and breath pure love and warmth without having despair tagging along. I just want to live some time in my life when everything are without worries, pain or tears. You are slowly suffocating the spark that I have left.
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