just taking life as it unfolds, finding answers to truths untold, striving hard to talk to my heart and soul, and trying to figure out - this mystic society and my inhumane role
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
04.09.09
I want to close my eyes n think that im no more. I want to feel that I am just a soul. That papers n proofs n results don’t make me me. That it doesn’t matter to anyone whether I live or die.The same way in which thousands of people sleep in rags on road without having even a single meal throughout the day,doesn’t matter to anyone. The same way that millions of parents abandoned by their bloody honourable children live a miserable life. N the same way that hundreds of physically impaired people n children are neglected n abused physically as well as mentally every day every where. If I am alive,n if I have to live anyways, then I would rather want to endure each n every feeling of pain n hurt which is caused because of the inhumane nature of someone like me. Im embarrassed to be alive n to be a part of this society.
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