
I wish it were dust, or dried flowers, or an empty bottle or a worn out dress. Things would have been so easy then. I would have thrown it away, out of my sight. But it is neither of these...
It is nothing but my own thought which I am trying to disown. I push it away from myself and temporarily it gets lost somewhere. Later when I am unaware it slowly creeps in my mind and disturbs me for hours. It brings with itself, its friends, several unanswered questions. The answers of which I know not.
I just know I was right and I am right. Life has been unfair in some sense. Why? Why me? How do I prevent it from happening again?
There is only one way. And I know that...
(What's happening to me? May be it's just PMS.)
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