Strīpas, rūtiņas.

Still fighting, Still living... Still breathing.
Every day goes past so fast and I can't picture myself as a part of anything. Where am I. Where am I going to be tomorrow. Still, no one seems to notice how hard it is to actually face your fear of being alone. Alone. How scary does that sound? How do you know that tomorrow you’re not going to lose the last person that you have. And you'll be all alone. Alone. How common does that sound?
Powerless. Tired. Am I still breathing? Yes, I can be a fckn bitch, but I want to live. Yes, I'm breathing.. Nearly didn't notice. That's how powerless you are. You can't even tell if you're still breathing - Talking's just a waste of breath and livings just a waste of death.
Rock To The Rhythm. Music. Passion. Friendship.
And when you think you're so alone, look around you. You're not alone. Till later...
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/English Essay - written by me, myself & I, Grade - A, Proud? Yes.