the temptation to retrace my steps is overwhelming
I'm just a fraction of my old self, with my patience running thin, my energy levels depleting with time, my spirits in disarray
where am I
who am I
scrolling through my past made me realised I'm just a hollowed shell now
I'm sorry, I used to be more spontaneous, more fun, more risk-taking, more wild, more happy
such a shame
it's akin to paying for Spotify Premium but still getting ads
and if I fall apart, will I be forgiven?
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