Each one of us have felt that cold feeling at least once in our life,
the thought that makes our body shiver
and leaves us with sleepless never ending nights.
When we sit idle or hours, our brain starts to stimulate the past records of our memories which are diluted in the horrors of shame, heartbreaks, regrets and failures. Things that we use to evade seems to surround us when we’re alone.
How ironic the fact is when we state that we know the world and yet we remain a mystery to ourselves.
When we’re up till midnight thinking about our past that we could’ve changed, a part of us that keeps reciting the same page of the same chapter everyday, coming to the same conclusion and for what ? Just to make sure we’re precise about our decision to be true?
Holding onto something for long becomes a…
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