More haunting, as it draws closer.

anxiety and emptiness.

As time goes, they became my worst parasites.

Burden me by day, and suck me dry through the night.

It will never end,

until the very day i die and reborn for a brand new life-form.

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For now, god.

Please give me a reason to live.

Because i don't know what im doing anymore.



Can't help but stumble over the same question.

'What's left for me to do, what's right for me to do?'



One of those terminal disease patient-like kinda day,
Not exactly depressed,
how about a crazy kind of fear,
try to put yourself in my shoes,
but i doubt you can understand.
Uniquely martin kind of life,
and only myself knows the pain.
Martin.