Dear Angels.. Please Take My White Flag.

There are too many stories stored in the back of my head.

Stories I can’t share.

Stories I have to keep secrets to convince people I am sane.

Being real and vulnerable seems like a daunting task.

Inviting, yet daunting.

My days goes on as usual. Repetitively boring, calm and quiet in the surface.

Same old smiles, same old friends.

Same old conversations, same old stares.

I’m tired of it, I need changes.

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Working on it, forever working on it.

Where’s the breakthrough?

You promised me soon, it’s been forever.

Why doesn’t it came true?

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You keep leaving me fall down for the old, but you repetitively asks me to change for the new.

Where’s the sense?

Are you even real, those voices and soothing sentences, are they even real?

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If you want to take advantage of me, do so.

I’m tired battling battle no one understand.

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You said it’s for the betterment of everyone, how is that even possible?

I am not even okay dwelling with myself.

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Take my white flag, Angels.

I am tired being in battle with you.

About Me

Writer. Freelancer. Half child-like and half old soul. A person that aspires to help people discovering themselves through spirituality and entrepreneurship. I do tarot readings in between writings and contemplating.

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