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Notes on something

I had promised myself that I would write here oftener.
I broke it. Like I have been breaking promises since ages.
I feel guilty about it. Maybe a little more this time.
I do not know why. Is it because I realize I have run out of time ?
Too old to run,breathe,think,feel,take risks.
My mistakes have not ruined me. I am ruined on my own.
I feel trapped in the open. Pictures do not speak to me anymore.
But I am not in a mood to give up. Not anymore.

Comments

Lady Whispers said…
Hug is all I want to give up you :)
Someday it will be all right :)
RiĆ  said…
Never give up! Thats the spirit that will get you through.

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