The good times
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There are times when there is sunshine after a storm. But what if the storm wants to last forever..?Melancholy and a pitch-black room. Just you and the echoes against everything. The nightmares, the self-guilt, the sense of worthlessness. The urge to stand back, but your knees are injured. You are forced to retreat. Anger, pride, ego- everything at stake. Maybe you are emotionally deficient. Is it the most inhumane to feel? Maybe I am wronged. There is rain in the sun. Find it. Keep it close. Falsed and heavy anticipations lie on your knees. There are things to be unlocked. Blacking out, lines, voices, they gon be there for you. This isn’t the end. Nor the start. You will remain in the eternal chain of misfortunes planned for you. Touch the sand. Worship it. Inaudible cries. Hopelessness. Helplessness. Feel heard. Seek help. You are worthy. Know this. Block your ears, your eyes, your mouth. This isn’t withdrawal; it is self-defense. Better to play safe than lose the team to the opponent. When it comes to attack, be selfless.
