
I feel tired.
I feel blank.
I feel a certain sort of lingo.
Like there is no road in front of me.
Why?
It's like a maze.
It's like a question.
It's like a thing call tomorrow.
I ask God always.
You can help me change.
And guess what He said.
You need to make the first move first.
And He was right.
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