Its 12 in the night once again, and I’m speaking to myself. What am I speaking, is not making sense to me. It is because I am not been able to concentrate on one particular thought, so many voices I am hearing, so many questions I am asking. I am confused to what should I try to, fly in the sky, or to run on the land. Thoughts are breaking, emotions are clashing, and ambitions are fighting. I’ve got more life than I can live.
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