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existence

Voices not heard, feelings being ignored
Words that have never been spoken
Intention that are being misunderstood,
Emotion that are buried deep inside.
They all come back at you like a slow downpour gradually turning into a tsunami;
Sweeping away the so called humanistic principal 'emotions'.
All that matters is just a mere illusion now .
Being called cold, stupid, psycho gives you pleasure now.
Dreaming about deaths , being killed or killing , i ask myself is it normal or am i losing my sanity .
Am i hallucinating or is it real ?Am i dead or barely alive ? Do i exist or do i not ? Am i a human or just a thought?
©axtiaa._._