3d
Keeping up with the chaos in my mind
I tried to make everything like before
But ended up losing my own core
And my thoughts again clung to past
I tried to let go many times
Forgetting it was my purest addiction
Which resulted in leaving me behind
With the echoes of the stranded scars
I tried to make everything like before
But ended up losing my own core
And my thoughts again clung to past
I tried to let go many times
Forgetting it was my purest addiction
Which resulted in leaving me behind
With the echoes of the stranded scars
This piece came from a space between acceptance and breakdown. It’s about the moments we think we’ve moved on… until the silence reminds us we haven’t.
(15/M/India)
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