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Luna
Guest
Some days, I feel just okay...
Okay is happy to me...
But it's almost as if there's a darkness that follows me...
No matter how hard I try to run away...
No matter how I try to hide...
Or how I pretend it doesn't exist...
It's always there...
Searching, hunting, watching...
Always waiting for me...
And I always return to its arms...
Because somehow...
The familiarity of it, comforts me...
I am so sick of myself...
I can only feel and see ugly in myself...
I hate seeing myself...
I hate having others to see me...
Tired of everyone and everything...
Same old, same old...
I could pretend it doesn't matter...
But today...especially today, I feel so ugly...
Okay is happy to me...
But it's almost as if there's a darkness that follows me...
No matter how hard I try to run away...
No matter how I try to hide...
Or how I pretend it doesn't exist...
It's always there...
Searching, hunting, watching...
Always waiting for me...
And I always return to its arms...
Because somehow...
The familiarity of it, comforts me...
I am so sick of myself...
I can only feel and see ugly in myself...
I hate seeing myself...
I hate having others to see me...
Tired of everyone and everything...
Same old, same old...
I could pretend it doesn't matter...
But today...especially today, I feel so ugly...