In a time of confusion, fear, loving, frustration, hopelessness... there is a self-struggle to assess, time and again, the meaning, the reason, the purpose of the present situation. This constant state of battling with feelings and ideals is, in its truest sense, exhausting. In the process, my daily game of Russian roulette is loaded with ammunitions varying from disturbed expectations, a heart broken and devoid of love, a floating hollow existence, a tricky dissembling happiness, and anti climactic victories. In the end, I always find it disheartening that I cannot come to terms with the finality of the conflicting decisions of my indecisive heart and seemingly perturbed thinking.
(State of mind: missing someone and fighting it)
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