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..The short story..

We walked a mile Inched on further I dint stop Then why would u bother We stepped a foot Side by side Din't sway too much Just kept it up How long the road So deep the trench We kept struggling Till no end.

..777 Chances..

I guess time really does more damage than heal you. I used to think that giving second chances to pasts meant like starting new. But time and again the world seems to be reminding me why I should never go back to the people who I might have loved from every fiber of my being. "Once upon a time" should always be kept in the past. I was stupid to think that; what a person might have told me years ago would hold on even today. I "hoped". I did it again, didn't I? Yes, I am that weak, nauseating nobody who feels the need to "hope". I wish I could change that bit about myself. Now it's too late. It's ingrained in my system now. I suffer from this disease. Somebody convince me otherwise, please. Tell me that I'm crazy like every bubbly little child living in that fairytale dream. Burst that bubble for me, go ahead all of u. Coz in the end, I'm still going to try to keep hoping even when the going gets rough. I'm that cr...

..Living in denial..

All my life I thought I was the one suffering from trust issues; I never knew that there could be someone worse than me. I thought there was no hope for me but I was like my star sign an Arian. Even after all the misery that life put me through I came out stronger and somewhere I believed that my knight in shining armor would be standing to save me from the miseries of my life. That never happened. Instead I learned to put on a brave heart and face the stormy days alone. I denied that there could be 'hope' for me but my friends kept telling me that 'without hope there's no life'. Lies, lies and lies ; I surrounded myself with lies. No one knows the real story anymore, to everyone it has become a Bollywood film playing in real life. Many of my friends say you should write a book and tell the world of the realities that a young girl like me had to face in those days. But what s the point? It will be filed in some corner of some library or be in the dustbin of s...