Negativity we must conquer. Climb up on and on, forever and ever, buffeted by despairing winds, pushed backwards, and then pulling up and against it, and wheezing through each semi-movement.
Feed not the wrong wolf, I hear her say. I believe it, but is it enough to abashedly brush things under the carpet, or should one somehow extract it out like a dentist in a good mood? I must get out of the dung-hole before it's too late. Somehow. Soon.
I am trying, I tell myself. Over and over i repeat it, whisper it, scream it into my own ears, wail and gasp and screech and tear. I repeat. But is it true?
But the heartache will not lessen.
It will not.
Help.
Feed not the wrong wolf, I hear her say. I believe it, but is it enough to abashedly brush things under the carpet, or should one somehow extract it out like a dentist in a good mood? I must get out of the dung-hole before it's too late. Somehow. Soon.
I am trying, I tell myself. Over and over i repeat it, whisper it, scream it into my own ears, wail and gasp and screech and tear. I repeat. But is it true?
But the heartache will not lessen.
It will not.
Help.
Hey hey hey!!
ReplyDeleteIt's YOUR heart, thori zid karega, but then you will gain control over it!
Cheer up girl! No one likes to see you sad!
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ReplyDeletezid tu boht ziada kar rha hai filhal..dheet hai meri tarah =P
thanks tho, that was sweet!
i know it all...
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