I Wrote a Letter with my Insomnia

I could hardly breath.

The feeling's just like under the water.

I chocked with salt liquid

yet cannot distinguish whether it's tear or seawater.

Skipped two classes this morning.

left all the consequences behind.

Compared with crying the whole night,

I suddenly felt released.

What make all these so suck?

I'm living like a hollow soul container

walking through a single-plank bridge.

Knowing no meanings of life, heading nowhere of the goal.




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Hey, I wrote a letter for you last night along with my insomnia.

Broken up all the promises to myself.

wishing having a glance of your smile again, I image.



Hoping my blunt behaviour wouldn't bother you too much.

Trying not to think about the possibilities of your aversion.

Forgive me my selfish wishes for trying to get ride off the terrible feelings of loneliness.

Hope that I still have the courage to send you the letter.




Beg for your pardon,

my princess.