AN HONEST HAUNTS HUNDERED LIVES
1) Somedays I genuinely believe I am a substandard writer withered in my inferiority complex and is of no use and I only write about discomforts and torments that have already been written before...
2) It's all Absurdly miserable and terrifically alluring at the very same time and that's life.
3) The purpose of life is inherently to be and lay down and ponder and laugh and cry and smile and read and drink coffee or tea and then fall back sleep and repeat for a while and find this monotony appealing at days and pricking at other times till we again start finding it appealing.
4) When I weep for too long at some days, my head aches and my heart wrecks for the time being, but it has saved me from cutting my veins into pieces.
5) An hour long breakdown near to my desk where I read and write, let me endure my agony for while or I would be banging my head against that desk and bruise myself and grieve for long enough till exertion numbs me Or death summons me.
Leeza
2) It's all Absurdly miserable and terrifically alluring at the very same time and that's life.
3) The purpose of life is inherently to be and lay down and ponder and laugh and cry and smile and read and drink coffee or tea and then fall back sleep and repeat for a while and find this monotony appealing at days and pricking at other times till we again start finding it appealing.
4) When I weep for too long at some days, my head aches and my heart wrecks for the time being, but it has saved me from cutting my veins into pieces.
5) An hour long breakdown near to my desk where I read and write, let me endure my agony for while or I would be banging my head against that desk and bruise myself and grieve for long enough till exertion numbs me Or death summons me.
Leeza
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