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I have been tired of you!
Every morning you give me new hope to keep going, a new strength to face the problems.
But as the day passes on, I lose my strength, and hope.
It's been a few days that I have stopped writing, and feeling. Seems like, I don't have any emotions left in me.
Neither am I happy nor sad. I am just letting the dawn and dusk play with my time.
You know, I have always loved you a lot.
You have always answered me whenever I needed one, but this time it seems like even you are going far away from me.
Now I feel so lonely.
Even you might be laughing now as this is the first time ever I have mentioned that I am feeling lonely.
Even you might be wondering, what's wrong with me?
How can a girl like me say, "I am lonely"?
I don't know what's wrong with me. Actually, I don't know what right is going on with me.
Cosmos wants me to wait for his answers, but I have lost all my patience and strength.
Hey, isn’t this cosmos your friend? Can't you just ask him a favor for me?
I am tired of asking questions; can't you just ask your friend to answer me: not all but at least a few?
Please! Help me be; let me cry For the tears is what will awaken me to try.
Aah! I promise I won't get tired of you if you help me seek the answers to my questions. *wink*
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I find peace in the rain. I love that deafning silence it brings along. Strikes a rub to my chaotic disputes. Making a room for what was never thought about. Within that phase, Influenced by petrichor of the rain, I think of me. I think of you. Admiring the drops, I think about life. Only then I find, How shambling wrecking I turned my life. How over thinking bought me apart, Of those I deserved. How disturbed were I, With things of less concern. Keeping all those emotional breakdowns aside, I find my free-soul. Learning the gravity of life. As all these drops drop down.