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Emotional Mess

Feb 2, 2018
1 min read

I feel.

I feel so much.

I feel so fucking much.

I am a flower in a garden,

waiting for someone to pick me.

Wondering,

what if there is no one

who is going to choose me?

I am as fragile as feather,

still as strong as glass.

But even the strongest glass

can be shattered

in pieces.

Scared as hell.

Anxious and stressed.

Is there someone

who likes me?

Is there someone

who loves me

the way I want to be loved?

What you´re looking for?

Is there something wrong

with me?

I am hurt

and I have been hurt before.

Still happy and grateful

at the same time.

I´m a mess.

But this mess can be beautiful.

This mess can be crazy

and unforgettable,

adventurous

and spontaneous,

curious,

free

and

wild.

 
 
 

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