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

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.

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.

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

I feel numb. Like the whole world's gotten emotionless.Is it just me.Or do everyone feel this way now and then.People say being a grown up is hard.