All i could see was darkness all around.....all i could hear the fan moving round and round......all i could smell the dampness in the air....all i could feel that my hurt is burning.......
And my diary lay beside me.......and its pages are being flickered by the winds.....and i could feel how fast the pages are turned over and over.......as if the wind was reading.....very fast as if there's nothing in it...nothing....
Maybe there was nothing.....but it had some things which narrate some days of my life...some moments of my life.....some broken dreams of my life........
Maybe the pages still cry over my life.....over my failures....over everything that happened to me......
but the wind ended it all....as if nothing happened to me.....as if it didnt matter at all.....
The pages could not unveil the sadness inside me........the pains inside me.........
The Sorrow inside me.....How I was hurt...how i was betrayed....how i was left to die......
How I suffered.......
But still the pages failed......
The Poet in Me died......
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dis is b'ful.....but try writin sumthin more positiv......
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