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What's the meaning if I can live once a lifetime?
Things repeat everyday.
I can't find myself. Either way, my self ain't me anymore.
My self is lost. I keep looking. I isolated all my lovers. Talking to me yesterday, they wouldn't talk to me anymore. I am trying to save my energy, but in the meantime, it's worthless. My mother keeps asking me, "What is with you?" But I say, "I am okay." My therapy isn't helping me anyway. I regret everything i did lately, I can barely walk on my feet.

He’s walking on a snowy day to get help, almost giving in. His car was destroyed in an accident. The streets are empty—no one is here at this hour. His footsteps are random, his body is trembling, his eyes feel like pieces of ice. He can’t see anymore. He just wants to get back home. The cold is killing him slowly. He is beyond the pain.
Tell me, Winter—is this how you want me to suffer?
I think my lifetime ends in these moments.
Could you please be soulful in my last breaths?
My soul is bleeding as it rises to the sky.
His body lay on the ground, rotting for three days straight.

A someone who passed for a long ago , stayed alone for many months, nobody ask about my situation are they still think that i am alive ? , are they even mention me in their conversations ? , will i guess i lived with them enough , i still hear the sound of past passing in my head every night , i cant escape its like a symbole engraved in my heart , the time passing so fast so i cant realize the moments that i live in my lonly space , i didnt find the true person to get out me of this , my life is an illusion , i still seating in my odd chair with my cold coffee in a stormy day .

Last tear I dropped when the people weren’t here anymore.
They left me alone, fighting in the darkness, afraid of what’s coming next.
My bones are weak, with blurred sight.
They don’t want me either.
So why not just end yourself?
It's not that hard to be a dead body in a dark room that has stayed for years.
Do you want this to be your end?
Or just give in to sleep, and leave everything behind?
So create your own sorrow that is filled with strength and love,
That makes you stand up to defeat your fears.
You're not alone. Listen to your heart.
The battle didn't end that easily, but it’s immortalized in human history.

Never let anyone break your heart or play with your feelings you deserve the best . the fake faces you living with have  a bad intention towards you, the world isn't perfect but is not that terrible.

The crimes , cheats . around the society it means humans are just focused on what they want and dont remember others. the kindness still exists , so please why not help weak bodies  to reach up that bridge of freedom with positive minds, to make the foundation belong in our hearts, so make the world a better place to live to be that radiant star in the dark.