More often than not, we don't know who we are or the purpose of our existence.
We recognize ourselves based on the opinion of our peers and family.
We begin to lose our self-identity and self-worth.
How important is it to appear in the good books of others?
To be approved by Society?
Why is it that we lose our inner soul to people who claim to be our so called 'soul mates'?
No one knows what one is like from within. Everyone is flawed.
We have no right to judge why people act the way they do, for there is a reason behind everything. Even though it might be unknown to the rest of the world.
Circumstances force us to change and make us people we don't want to be.
Who would have imagined a day like this would come.
A day where confessing seems to be the only outlet to get rid of this horrible, tormenting feeling.
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