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Experience surrounds me from the inside.. Misogyny held me warmly for a while, now gone.. We could be here all night, I'm feeling so disconnected. When you get old, where does your soul go? When all the pain I taught myself is gone.... Why do I find the need to get comfort from my unhapiness? A home, just like I had before, but I won't do it anymore. Live. Forgive. Erase. It. All. The pain is gone and I don't care. I turn myself sideways. Can't force something that isnt there. I'm not living at all.. This change is done, I'm over it.. From Letras Mania