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The world does not make any sense if I cannot be a singer. I am a fake in everything else.
I have swooped down today. I have not hit rock bottom but a cloud has descended on me. I feel out of place in the world today. I have been through the emptiness of it all already and I don't want to go back there anymore, in that cloudy haze, but on days like these, I remember I was there. I have no joy today. The heaviness re-visits me.
Two people have written me recently telling me that I inspire them and it makes me so sad because I feel I am not that person anymore. I have no dreams to give you.
I have swooped down today. I have not hit rock bottom but a cloud has descended on me. I feel out of place in the world today. I have been through the emptiness of it all already and I don't want to go back there anymore, in that cloudy haze, but on days like these, I remember I was there. I have no joy today. The heaviness re-visits me.
Two people have written me recently telling me that I inspire them and it makes me so sad because I feel I am not that person anymore. I have no dreams to give you.