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Dry my tears

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I tend to believe in fairy tales, unicorns, dream come true and happy moments that are remembered for life. You can’t blame me, its human nature to want exactly what you don’t have or rather what you can’t have. What I feel is like a picture worth a thousand words but something’s are just better left unsaid, unseen, untouched, unheard, undone, forgotten, understood in one’s mind not expressed in one’s words.

You ask for the truth, not in words nonetheless you demand it, and so you deserve it! Though the truth is yet a mystery, for there is no soul inside to know what the body bears, the heart feels, and the mind thinks. I’ve been stricken with proof of past wars I have fought within, behind every scar there’s a battle I have lost. These battles have become the origin of my denial. These are battles that ripped my soul apart. I never let the hurt show but look deep in my eyes. What do you find other than a shattered heart, unshed tears, unspoken words, unanswered  questions, a scarred soul and a broken girl?

I denied this then and I will continue to deny it in the future till eternity, but listen to me when I say this, I am not fine. I’m broken, I’m helpless and I need you, but you are never by my side. Nobody ever is. Who is there for me? To care for me? To dry my tears? And yet, I wait. For you, for someone. But with time, shattered hopes and a broken heart seems like the routine lately. I know you won’t come, but still I like to believe that you will. Because its human nature to fool oneself with happy dreams that may never come true.

And with the passage of time and tears, I have gotten used to dreaming. It’s makes me feel better about life, it gives me a new hope, it’s keeps me going. It’s gives me a break from the hideous reality, to escape to my wonderland Where happiness is no longer rare. So I wipe my tears, plaster a fake, but convincing smile to my face, and move one. It works every time.

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Silence killed you.

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They lurked in shadows, looking for preys, to feed their hungry mouths. They abducted people, enclosing them in their arms, scarring them for life. You knew who they were and what they did, but you never cared enough to raise voice. They took away the people around you, one by one.Your mind screamed, your heart shed bitter tears and your soul shattered in anguish, but what use were they, when your tongue was a silent spectator. Your silence, became your weakness, their strength. They destroyed your loved ones, fed on their screams, you never uttered a word. Your words, drowned in fear, never made a difference. You lost all your loved ones and today, when you are all alone, they won’t come to destroy you, because you’re already destroyed, at the hands of your own silence.

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