↪ The art of being misunderstood

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catachrestic

For once and for all, everyone had gone through this degrading feeling. The raging, unfurling seams of one's being. Lying down lifelessly on the rocks, tears tracing its way down to chin, towards the expanse of grief. Never ending. The art of being misunderstood by every other person passing by the shore. Neglected till dusk, sun coming down. Even growing darkness couldn't power up this weakness. Travelling through twilight into civil dawn. Words died at quivering lips, begging to make a statement, some sense. Interpretated as teenage phase, foolishness. Misreaded as naive contemplation, perspective towards events. Waves washing off the grid. Howling it's movement till the moon.

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