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Every moment of my life has been marked by pain, radiating to excruciating agony, well I’d be completely biased if I would deny that I haven’t felt any bliss. But as I see it now, there’s hardly enough less- melancholic moment to compare to those nostalgic ones.
My eyes are drowning in tears.
my vision  clouded by fear
If they  call  this as life
I’d rather not be alive
Possessing a bleeding heart
Slowly being ripped apart
With no one to mend it back… 
perhaps it’s life’s wretched fact
According to the Book “ Dorian gray”, only the pure things are worth having. But others say that forbidden things brings about pleasures. In this, the gap between good and bad is so boldly stressed that it makes pleasure almost a sin. But is it? Is it wrong to want something again and again? Like the effect of morphine in a mere human? If we don’t satisfy our pleasures and let them rule us, what is the point of having needs? Of having emotions to tell us this is what we want? What would be the point of living? Why would you exists if you keep denying what your soul clearly wants you to have. Pause. Think. Breath. Where is this coming from? Why am I so shaken in all of a sudden?