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Most of us are dead at 30, but burried in our 80's. This life of ours is such a beautiful opportunity to explore ourselves and exhibit the best version to the world. Let's not waste it by wasting time.
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I enter to drown into the unknowns of a huge crowd. I know no faces and still am greeted to a cold welcome of whispers which smell of fresh scuttlebutt about me and piercing sterns that I try hard to ignore but cannot and I find myself in an inescapable hold of my atelophobia. The more I try to not care about what they think the more I find myself eavesdropping into their gossips hoping that the girl they're despising on is not me. Maybe covering my face beneath a MASK would change it. And so I hide myself under a new face thus trying to blend into something that wasn't for me. I knew that. I always did. But yet I wanted to be a part of it so desperately. But soon enough, I'm in tryst with the truth I wanted to hide away from. Nobody cares. I've been lygophilic ever since I was broken by the norms of this society and now I find it all more the reason for me to kadota. I wish I could vanish into the darkness I so much love and rest peacefully in the arms of atarexia. But again I can't bear the thought that probably noone would remember me if I vanished into thin air right here, right now, this very moment.I know I can but do nothing to change it. That's how it goes! You come, you stay, you go.. my presence or my absence hardly has any impact. If I fade away today, the sun will still rise tomorrow, the world will still revolve. Then why, why am I strong arming myself into wearing a MASK that wasn't made for me?! Why am I trying to be someone I never was or never wanted to be! I fear they'll talk. I fear they'll talk about me, about how I shouldn't be here, about how I'm not their type, about how I'm not them. But soon enough I realize, I don't want to be them. I decide to stop hiding myself. I remove the MASK which I thought was protecting me survive this judgemental world, but now I realize every second underneath it was killing me, not my body..but my soul. That mask was ripping my soul apart. I remove it and a sudden rush of euphoria flows through every vein in my body. I feel like myself and that's the only way I want to feel. I look around. I hear them talk, I turn a deaf ear, I let them talk. Because I will not care, as long as I am me.
mask here means - not showing real feelings or character