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The Unspoken Anomaly
You know I felt it too? It was a random rush, as if a car crash I was living in. It felt kind of strange, like really strange Why do emotions have to be so difficult to deal with? Why does the closest person to us feel the weirdest when we talk about the cracks and the cuts that are getting deeper day by day? Why is it so convenient to talk to strangers about your pain than your closest ones? Is it the fear of being judged or the fear of losing them or a thought that is moving like a tornado and is troubling you immensely? Do you think they will hate you if you reveal yourself? Why the darkness consumes every bit of a person? Wow, too many questions to deal with, but not a single holy verse towards it. Is It? Haha, yes indeed we are all surrounded by a bundle of words that are unsaid and unfiltered and we wish them to be the same. Unfortunately, it is kind of delusional if our eyes are seeking a pathway to escape. The lights get dimmer and all we notice is that big black cloud covering the face, that tried to tell us something. Amidst those blurry days and nights, the moments were passing by in a blink and all those feelings which you wanted to express were deteriorating day by day, more like suppressing in your heart, as if a baggage claim been pending for ages. Why so? Did you ever ask yourself? Apparently no, because you were looking for the stars in the wrong direction. The shooting star was right behind waiting for you, but you were so indulged in those gazillion stars, who didn't bother to hold up even a single bit of your emotion.
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