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Abditory (Diary)
17th September 2021, Friday.
My soul does suffocate. My heart is beating abnormally. My hands are shivering till my soul gets weaker and weaker every day.
It's hard to handle but experiencing all those symptoms is the only option. I have to live up to the loneliness that showers with tears.
I know prayers are not going to work and I have to make it work all by myself.
The worst part is that I can't reach that open sky when it's above the wall I am living in and it's hard to breathe within these four walls of the room where no one can hear you, feel you, understand you or hug you.
In the end, it was only me.
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My soul does suffocate. My heart is beating abnormally. My hands are shivering till my soul gets weaker and weaker every day.
It's hard to handle but experiencing all those symptoms is the only option. I have to live up to the loneliness that showers with tears.
I know prayers are not going to work and I have to make it work all by myself.
The worst part is that I can't reach that open sky when it's above the wall I am living in and it's hard to breathe within these four walls of the room where no one can hear you, feel you, understand you or hug you.
In the end, it was only me.
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