how strange it is that nobody doubts perhaps in the blurs of colour and sound, where, nothing around makes sense; And then I look up at the sky, and then the ground, grooving into the peace after hitting the rock bottom.
Anticipating, a new story to write, a new person, with the same orthodox test, to not let the people know me, but also know me.
I expected to be asked AGAIN, to be asked AGAIN so that, I might release all of my insecurities without minding the odds!
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