a misunderstood life
Dear life, you [Latest Topic: I hate love;]
I am a lost traveller in a desert who refuses to accept help - help out of such pain and thirst- because I don't know why I want to leave. Why I want to work and toil through the desert to only reach a harsh and rigid society if I leave.
I am a broken toy who refuses to be fixed. I question if I am really broken.
Am I just being obstinate and ignorant, refusing any advice or help to escape?
I yearn for a savior from this hell, yet condemn the one before my eyes.I am lost.
I am a blind wandering traveller who keeps her hands and ears clamped shut.
I don't want your help.
I want to escape.
I want to understand.
I doubt my capabilities.
I am lost.
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