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Click hereSometimes I just feel different. Like the earth is moving, but I missed it spin.
I feel like my emotions get lost within themselves. Like hope is something that must be hiding inside of my fears.
I look up at the stars at night, and wonder if someone is looking at them at the same time. If that person is feeling what I am.
The lost entrapment of longing and needing to be loved. Choked of all life in a fleeting moment of confusion.
I have people that love me, or so they say. But, I still feel empty. Like I have been dragged over lies and suspicions.
Is it trust that I find so hard?
Is the emptiness I have a craving for admiration and devotion that I will never find?
I know who I am, or think I know.
But, I don’t know what I want, or what I need.
Too many heart aches and broken promises kept me from that.
So tell me, what do you feel?