INK DROPS
+JUST ONE MORE STORY-
Hundreds of helpless souls taste torments every single minute on the face of this planet. Tragedy is experienced every single day ... happily and fortune too - they both exist.
Well, as much as poets tailored old and modern verses. Writers, singers, actors, and others share their true feeling of tragedy. This story here won't be any special amongst its peers. Just one more story.
That slow decay that you are sure of its inevitable harm. Feeding on your living flesh. That is, the uncured social anxiety, inferiority complex, and the infamous RBF syndrome. Mental well-being makes any physical setting a private hell where nothing can rescue you.
I have scored the highest levels in these three, maybe more than three who knows!
You surrendered to your fate. You aren't assertive enough to help yourself. You can't even complain to others as you are too much embarrassed of yourself. And if you did it backfires.
This isn't a cry for help thing. This is a written art thing. I write because I believe that my thoughts are so precious and they must be preserved.
God .... I am done here. Your world broke me. You created the perfect test.
Life isn't fair at all and we have to accept it. Because it's useless to protest. You crave socializing but you haven't got the tools to manufacture it. All what you need is to connect with the world because loneliness will unmercifully crush your vulnerable soul. God please hear my prayers.
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