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“ This Too, Shall Pass ”
Saturday, January 19, 2013 | 1:17 am

why won't you just listen instead.
for once just listen and promise me that everything will be just fine, even if you know deep down in your gut feeling that it won't. for once stop comparing with what happened to you. that you had it more worse than i can ever have to face. just stop. stop judging me and telling me that you've been observing for quite a while and that i don't deserve this.
where can i get a genuine soul who can actually sit beside me or at least let me cry a fountain in their arms and then with your kind, most sincere voice tell me that i'll be just fine. why can't anyone of you keep this to yourself? it only happened in the convenience of one person and then i'm suddenly attacked by wolves? i am not a gossip where you can market the story as and when you like. you do not know exactly what i have been through so stop advertising me. stop trying to get bits out of me. stop.