#861

I'm trying to recall my sweet past.
Where at my worst I still could go out and alive.
When I care for less.
When I get hype with my day.
When I don't feel hurts being hurting.
When I could take things for granted.

When alone is not lonely.

I miss that whole night conversation,
I miss the moment when I know where to run 
who should I return to.
I miss to be strong without this soaked eyes.

I'm tired. I'm exhausted. I'm fainted. 

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