Square

Nothing too much about me.
after all the existence killed me just like shutdown.
rather I belong all the things will come almost I'm breathing.

Maybe this is the right time I crawl back here and begin again from square one.- Own

Almost everything I did all because of her.
she wants, I did.

even until now, I'll turn 20 next week,
I'm still looking forward to what she wants.

the trait urging unpredictable. I pleaded.

all the sacrifices that she wants to be a misery to me.

I hold the end of the eye from flowing. I'm very terrified.

this agony was hiding in plain sight.

a fear and thinking of uncertainty were made me a looser.
all my hopes and dreams seem to be like a pile of junk.

I'm sorry...

it's too tiring,

the square of me will never be the end of 4 edges.