a life that guides me by the hand, rather than one that grabs me by the neck; a life where a mistake is a means of learning, rather than a motivation for criticism; a life where one can smile without having to hide the daggers beneath; a life without anxieties, stress, pain, regrets
a life that one can actually live. . .
a life i realised i have now lost. . .
but have i ever wanted to live such a life in the first place?
My Heart of Darkness.
where the thin line between illusion and reality becomes blurred by the very hand that draws it; where the search for answers lead to more questions; where you have to be broken to be built; where nothing sees miracles but misery. Welcome to my Heart of Darkness.
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