Act 1 - Nothing was fine

October sixteen, twenty twenty-five

I could try to make it for them and not for myself, but at the end it still is my desperate cry for help.

Every day my guts felt like dropping to the void, I felt nauseated at myself: Acting what could be best described as a "bollywood act" it was easily shattered by words, like they were a blow of wind thrusting trough a dry bush, leaving all its leaves in the ground. Everyday I was growing certain i could

I hope life doesn't get rough on me, I really want to share my thoughts and hear yours. So please don't be rude, I'm trying the best to bring you the stuff that helps me to keep up with life.

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