5 am – Day 17

I’m not selfish but I have a horrible sense towards life. I don’t want it. I’m still here with it, living with this life, in this life. It wants me, it keeps me here. It wants me to bear all sorts of pain and delusions. It wants me to wail and be haunted. It wants me to roll in mud and slowly sink and I want to escape it, but it doesn’t let me. I don’t know if I’m selfish or life is?!
© Aniket More

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