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I am not weak. I control my tears. But...I was ten in a boarding school where the kids hated me. I was bullied,

Class was over and I am headed to the library. This isn't my usual hangout place. But I was lonely and why not add some more loneliness to it.My phone vibrates, call from Adav.

It was a perfectly fine day.It was a day just like yesterday, a day just like tomorrow.I woke up, got ready, attended the same boring lectures, slept through them,

A new day.

The night sky gleams, stars against the dark background, the lights of the bustling city taunts back at me,

You know the feeling? Feeling of your heart being shattered and trampled over and over. And for reasons unknown. Yes it is frustating. Not being able to listen, not being able to think,

A cool breeze outside, pulling the curtains away such that rats of sunshine peeped and illuminated my face.

And my future gone like that too.Unless I can change this cycle.I fell in love with Adav.I went behind my parents back.Did things I wanted.Ate food to my hearts content.Experienced something called lo...

It's 6 in the morning and I stroll for a quiet walk outside.A gentle breeze passes, a soft melody with the tendency to heal. The splashing of the waves heard in a faint hum.

You ever feel unworthy. You ever feel like going numb, not doing anything, not talking, just sitting there, crying intermittently.When home doesn't feel like home.