| It's enervating to go through the same invariable routine each day.
Reminding myself that I've got to wipe on that unrelenting beam and to greet the world with a congenial attitude.
Yes, I should prove the otherwise; Allow her to see the undaunted spirit and that I'm able to move on without her 'disquietude'.
But has anyone bothered to catechize? I'm drained and my heart's panging. I want to be obdurate, unyielding and vigorous but about 98% of me reckons it's opposite.
Death might sound puerile or rather, pusillanimous. Nonetheless, it seems to be the cure to most of my agonies.
I know, this suicidal threat's no longer a virgin. But, each time it comes, the impact amplifies.
So tell me -- 17 stories or an alternative mention? edify me please. |
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