Wednesday 24 August 2016

Out of love -61!

In the end,
All of us our lost
Some, somewhere
The rest,
Somewhere in the middle
Of nowhere.
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I hate this double faced-ness, hypocrisy and inability of senses. It wants me to believe in God, while it refuses to legitimise faith in magic.
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You know waiting
Is quite painful
And
Tests my patience too
But,
I don't really
Mind it
Until, it's for you.
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Those memoirs which can't be disposed off are much more fatal than memories.
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There are somethings
That I will never learn
To unlearn.
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In the end, it's you who has to collect your pieces and do the rebuilding. Again.
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When time tries to waste you, waste the time like a pro. Sometimes you really need to show things their place, you know.
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Everything is okay to deal with, but when it comes to not worrying about you, dayum, that's exactly the place where I fail every damn time.
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Every backspace has a story. A story, craving to be heard, wishing to be acknowledged and wanting to be accepted.
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Time is neither a healer,
nor an ointment.
Time is mere time.
Things start getting stale
And eventually rot.
That's about it,
TIME. 

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