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and so, this is one of the billion times i felt alone after all this war from them, how can they make me feel so bad ....

i begun very very wrong thats not the way i write, thats childish writing, i used to write better , words use to come from within and now it is so stiff, so dry , like the taste of the wine after some time on the tip of my tongue, so empty so poor , i have nothing to look inside for, i think i have philosophised a lot and i mocked it i really hated me for this , and now here i am again redoing it repeating myself, i guess u cant run all the time from the you part, nor hide from it, it is an identity a cruel one but it is and it sticks on you forever becomes one with your flesh u learn to abide with it and cherish it, even hate it some times and love it all at the same time, and then again oh dcc stop writing it does no good and the person sitting beside u is also annoyed by the way the tip of your fingers hit the keyboard buttons.

i am fine ! and not afraid to say it,
and tomorrow have in mind that u will have another post granted saying i am not fine and something happened, it is usual.

good .

oh i miss nothing at all, and guess what, neither u ...

goodnight