Letters to Mok. I’m going to write it inshalah. Have been writing them in the past. Where have they gone, I don’t know.

I feel like an orphan. Created in order to be strong, but in the end, just a wandering soul, waiting to disappear. Sometimes without a hope, just breathing and work like a prisoner. No clues, no ideas. Silence all the time, not thinking about anything. What a person has I become? I don’t move. I’m stuck. I feel nothing.

I will write something inshalah. To feel awesome about my life………………..

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