Breathe, Rest and Gone
Poems and Prose
Sometimes, I just don't want to be me anymore. It's just so tiring. Like I want to take a rest. Even just for a day. I don't want to be me for a day. I want to forget that I'm Rogelene. I want to just stop and breathe. But I don't know if I even have the right to do that. Can I?
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Crying makes you ugly. I swear. My eyes are swollen and I don't know if I could face other people after this. Well, it's better to face other people than to face my own family. . This life is as as hell. And I just almost killed myself last night. Good thing I didn't really do it. Funny, right? I can't afford to give up even if I wanted it so badly. Last night's tears have faded through the darkness and no one knows. No one.
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