Bid Farewell.

The hardest thing to let go is not looking back.

Done with what I am suppose to do.

Going to do POA.
Ciao

Born out, I fated to be alone, fated to be in a horrible twists. Crying, crying all alone. Loneliness lingers all things happened in illusions. My world has no lights and warmth. So cold, so confusing in my world. I don’t know what to do. But I just want to get out of this world. What I did was struggling, running all the way but the world look endlessly. It was trapping me in this world to suffer in this fate. It was so horrible in there. Nothing I could do. Helplessly I am tired. I sat down crying again. Nobody beside me, to care me. I am really tired I can’t run anymore but I am struggling with my body. Move! Move! I don’t want to be in this world. I lied down seeing the illusions patterns. Helping hands is all I needed to get out of that world. I don’t want to be alone. I don’t want to be here so I closed my eyes sleep in the hope of light.