My life has gone past the point where I understood what it meant. I have stopped trying. Time passes by me like a beggar and I, having nothing to offer, stare at it silently till it moves forward leaving me behind. My pockets are filled with remorse, and so is my heart. This heart, that i don't use any more....any less.
At times, when i try to fathom my thoughts, I feel that there's no redemption for people like me. And, as long as I'm alive, i shall suffer. And, if there is a life after this one, I'll beg for the second death.
At times, when i try to fathom my thoughts, I feel that there's no redemption for people like me. And, as long as I'm alive, i shall suffer. And, if there is a life after this one, I'll beg for the second death.
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