The water drips, until it slowly fill the bucket. Now the bucket is heavy, and it's suffering from water. The bucket cannot endure the pain and slowly disintegrate. "Help me.. Please..." the bucket says. However, no matter how long the bucket waits. Nobody ever comes to help.
So he decided to make a hole for the water flows through it. The water is decreased, and the pain lessened despite the pathetic looks on the bucket. Though now the bucket can't be used better than before, but atleast it survive.
Now it's time for the bucket to continue it's job, but there's a problem. For some reason, the bucket hesitates to leave home and do it's job. The bucket is tired of everything, until it forgot it's purpose of life.
Despite the fact that the bucket is survive, it's dead inside.
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RandomJust some of the stories I get in my thoughts. I am actually venting through this story tho.. Since people always see it as a story instead of understanding the meaning, I thought of making this. Thanks for stopping by.
