Monday, April 11, 2011

It.

That part is always there. It is a part of me. Since the day I realised it being inside me, it would never disappear and I would never be able to ignore it. It may be smaller one day, it may be hidden one day, but it is still there. I can feel it. I know it can't possibly win, it can't possibly convince entire me, but the existence of it is always there.

I don't hate it. I live with it. I adore it. I understand it. I stroke it gently. I look at it carefully. I listen to it like when I listen to him. It is this part, this part of me always telling me, wishing me, hoping me, begging me


to die.

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