quiet rare of an occasion for me to utter something i don't mean . i , myself was thunderstrucked by my own sentences . sometimes you wanted to say something nice to someone but you ended up saying something else , something spiteful . that happened to me , in fact , for the very first time . if words could kill , mine would've have slaughtered a dozen of people . see , my head is a mess , it's like a mad house up there . everything is so twisted and senseless that sometimes it tangled up with the real thing . i had so many king words arranged in perfect sentences that ought to be something beautiful but when the time comes something malicious came out of nowhere . sweethearts , my mind is a terrible place , it compels me . i've always been right when i claimed myself to be my own enemy , it's proven . how i wage wars upon myself , probably it's something natural to me . no , i do not know what i want . i do not know what i feel or if i feel . say , what to do feelings feel ? i am very well passed that . probably , that's the whole problem . this thing that's happening baffles me , maybe it's ccaused by denial , maybe it's self-defense , maybe it's just me or maybe it's just another joke life is pulling out of its ass to miff me . if so , brava . there's no way to solve this unless i spend some time contemplating of it which is something i've been doing for the past few days .
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