It’s just so funny
How I think everything is okay
And the second after
I realize it’s not
It’s not about something major you know
Like how my family can’t pay bills and all stuffs like that
But it’s the little moments in between regular life events
Where I felt weird, uncomfortable, and confronted
Where I feel half sober and half bare
Half self-restricted and half mad
It’s those little moments
Seconds, in between the girls talk
The shame no one knew
But suddenly in one night two-three more persons know
That split seconds
I think of all of you
The camp, the pub, the castle
All the struggles, sacrifices, and ghosts
Of all three
Am I actually still on a journey?
What the fuck is the end goal?
Cause, if when I’m in a crowd, I’m still lonely
And when I’m alone, I’m still drained
What is my fucking purpose?
What is the point?
Was I born to be alone
And lonely?
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