zero weirdness.

sometimes i feel like this life is so weird.

sometimes i feel so motivated.

sometimes i feel dragged to keep going.

sometimes i feel like going away.

sometimes i really want to give it up.

most of the times,

i feel like inside me, something is dying.

the real me, the one that is born with me, is dying.

outside, something invisible is wrapping me.

trying to hide me from the world.

i never had the guts to unwrap myself.

its kind of curse.

it is a spell.

and i kinda enjoy being cursed coz i think it gave me no options.

so i do not have to choose.

but is it true?

is it right?

is life weird?

someone told me...life is not weird.

it is zero weirdness.

zero means zero.

but how come it is not weird?

am i the weirdo?

i lost the words.

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