Dear Fiery,
Sometimes I search, upon the realms of reality to find who I really am. Most of the times, I'm disrupted in my search by something or the other. Whatever may be the obstacle, I just could not contain myself...
I think I'm a clone, unable to adapt due to the depression caused by the suffocation caused by the hard grip on my throat that reduces my capacity. Its like a total vipeout vigour...
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Dear Fiery...
SpiritualPassions fired by loneliness... A quest indeed- to find the meaning of those little things... While doubts shadow truths, she still observes... sees what can be done... All the while, she notes things down in her dear diary, Fiery...
