Everything took a break of making sense. It’s all a series of lies, blowing kisses to the ones you hate the most and ditching the ones you love.
Hands are clinged, we’re all surrounding lies that were knives in the back of each human being we held their hands once.Lie to one another that’s what we do….
Love “The New Slave Of Hatred”, Love that we stripped out of its beautiful pure figure is now nothing but a ghost..a ghost that we no longer can see but we fear in an ugly way….
I can no longer trust anyone, I am not able to look at anyone without feeling that one day, they will stab me in th back, I’m killing Ann’s innocence faster than I should….
How can I defend myself against this haunting crowd full of shallow hearts ?
Is there any bit of lost love here my dear world? Is there??
P.S: I miss writing more than anything else, I will be back in 20 days…I will never leave again…my diary is the last thing I belong to.
The Unknown Writer.