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I've been walking around in circles.

Sunday, May 11, 2008

I've once again reached the lowest state of emotions. I'm feeling half-empty. I'm tired of living the life everyone expects I should.

Can't understand why people tend to look at me with a different eye. I've chosen this path, my past as vivid as it is. No one can wipe out these facts as though they're chalk words on a blackboard. I'm the one leading this life, each steps haunting me of my mistakes. With masses, I'm all smiles and shits. Alone, it's a whole different story.

Don't sneer. I'm clear that I'm the ultimate loser of this battle created by me.

A walking catastrophe

I find solitude wrapping me tightly :(



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I lead so many lives that I think I'm only trying to fool myself