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Sound XI: “My life is so much more interesting inside my head.”

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I feel peace,
But I feel my peace is compromised
And that makes me arrogant, sometimes rough.
Imperfection, I see them whom I failed to love.

Memories of thy make me soft and
Thy remain the best of mine forever and ever,

I fail to define, which I hate the most,
A mixture of several feelings disembark on the shore of this transience

O, what a beautiful and wonderful life!
I live in the soul of life.
Yes, “My life is so much more interesting inside my head.”
I wish if I could write the feelings of my life into words,
No pen can handle it, no words can represent.

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  1. Anonymous10 March 2018 at 03:42

    Excellent post. I'm experiencing many of these issues as well..

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