crazy that i’m only able to see life through my own eyes.. there’s over 7 billion other perspectives i’ll never be able to have.. over 7 billion stories i won’t ever be able to fully know. we all get such a small slice of the experience of life.. pass by strangers every day that we’ll never be aware of. what are they going through? what are they thinking about? i always wonder..
I;m thinking about thos Beans
i think it was easier said than done. it took sleepless nights and lonely days and having no one but absolutely no one for me to realize maybe this world wasnt meant for me. not in the sense that i want to die but in the sense that maybe i wasnt cut out for all this. i wasnt designed like everyone else. maybe i was put here to save others, to help others and to be mistreated. maybe people are made to use me as their punching bag and to treat me like dirt. i think im here now waiting for the time to come where i belong here. but for now ill just hang on your wall waiting to be punched just like your favourite drug never too close but always right there when you are desperate.
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