Blue Reaching for you blue Why do waves wash over me so often; The butterfly has everything, why can't I? It lives a wonderful life and dies, why can't I? Is this world all I have, is this pillow my only safe place? I breathe but is it enough for

Blue Reaching for you blue Why do waves wash over me so often; The butterfly has everything, why...

I wrote this when I was faced with existential crisis. I felt so bad about everything going on around me. Nevertheless, i still believe in the goodness of the world and all humans, and in the power of... Show more
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