Every time I tell myself that whatever similarity that I thought existed between us was imaginary, I drain myself a lot and die a little.. Everytime I find a trivial thing that we have in common, I get excited. But I die even more.. I get sadder becuz I loved when we had even less in common, and now the knowledge that we have more in common makes it more legal and justified. But its so late that nothing can be done. Nothing will ever change.. In the end its about things that neither of us can control.. The times and places and DNAs and the priorities and lets just call it all destiny.. Becuz its all been predestined... Don't be sad for me, it doesn't help me or help you..
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AuthorA girl who likes herbs..likes some poetry, but write only once in a blue moon.. she's for ever fascinated by language..a night owl too..loves nature and Man too.. She likes crowds, but only when she can drown in them and be an observer.. Archives
February 2016
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