Very often I find myself struggling with my thoughts. Very often I find myself wondering through the clouds of memories. Living inside of a box made of my life it makes me see all the mistakes that I've done. Everywhere I turn I see myself from just a few days, few years ago. Seeing what I've done, knowing what I should have, makes me feel so miserable. Living inside of a box made of my life makes me unable to go ahead. I can't stop looking back at my past.
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