Yes I'm doing fine trying to get hold of my life that seems to shatter so beautifully in front of my very own eyes. They think it's the injured pride of mine that hurts after the prejudices are broken because they say the world doesn't revolve around me. But I know this is the abandoned, restlessly wandering, homeless soul of mine, that craves a connection where it can be itself without the fear of judgements, without feeling like it's unimportant. Because just when I feel I found home, I find the bricks broken, the roof on fire and the floor sinking in somewhere dark and dingy.
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