I felt like I was reborn. I never knew I could be happy again. In the past, I've given up hoping for the light to come again.
After everyone was taken away from me, I have engraved in my mind that I will never be happy in my remaining span of life here in the world. I just accepted that I'd be lonely, perhaps why I've been feeling sad and mourning every day because of that mere thought. I couldn't accept it, and who would want to live alone for the rest of their lives?
I guess no one wanted to. It's sad to be alone. It was quiet.
A silent life that would make you weep, that would make your heart sank in loneliness. At some point, it would make you question your purpose.
Was I born to be lonely? Was my purpose in this beautiful yet chaotic world was only to be sad for the rest of my
