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Old messages, pictures and everything about it; it feels like being half choked, half unknown.
Days have passed. You ignore everything, everyday. You get used to the bad feeling. You feel nothing.
Then something pops up, a memory of conversation, saying good things and bad things as well. It was the most perfect moment of all times. It was the most awaited moment, it was held so tight -- and was suddenly let go.
Old messages, pictures and everything about it; it feels like being half choked, half unknown.
Days have passed. You ignore everything, everyday. You get used to the bad feeling. You feel nothing. It's a lie. You felt a knife deeply struck within. All this time you thought it was nothing but you are badly bleeding inside.
Days have passed. You ignore everything, everyday. You get used to the bad feeling. You died without knowing it.
Days have passed. You ignore everything, everyday. You get used to the bad feeling. You feel nothing.
Then something pops up, a memory of conversation, saying good things and bad things as well. It was the most perfect moment of all times. It was the most awaited moment, it was held so tight -- and was suddenly let go.
Old messages, pictures and everything about it; it feels like being half choked, half unknown.
Days have passed. You ignore everything, everyday. You get used to the bad feeling. You feel nothing. It's a lie. You felt a knife deeply struck within. All this time you thought it was nothing but you are badly bleeding inside.
Days have passed. You ignore everything, everyday. You get used to the bad feeling. You died without knowing it.