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A soul without reflection, like a pile without inhabitant, to ruin runs.

Submitted:Dec 18, 2011    Reads: 20    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

I miss to smile of pleasure, the desire to laugh, to love and be loved trully.
I miss me, as I was before.
Smiling and always lively.
I miss to miss, I miss to be happy.
I do not remember the last time I laughed or I was happy.
All I feel now is a huge void in me.
A lost soul who does not found back the way home.
Everything is now displaying a fake smile,for the eyes of the people.
And when they asked what I do? How my life is doing?
Give a short and directly answer.
-I'm good, everything is OK!
I feel that everything has changed.
I changed.
I do not find the place.
Wherever I go I feel don't belong to that place.
And whatever i do I feel is not important enough.
I am completely confused, disappointed, and unsure of myself.
I never saw life in pink in color but also not the one I see now.
It really is not black color but also this color is not too pleasant.
Every day I wonder: why can't I be happy?
I feel like my luck ran and hid somewhere,where I will not find it anymore.


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