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I Defy You, Stars

     Here I am, on the ground again; my face full of earth, my clothes stained with mud. The rain drips heavily. The thunder, which followed the lightning, is deafening. Why is this always like this? Why am I even here? Why am I living in this world - in this world full of indifference, suffering, and dilemmas?

     Sometimes, I talk to myself. Whose fault is this? Who made all of these? Who is the one behind all these happenings? Sometimes, I blame all the people around me. Maybe if it wasn't for them, this world may be a paradise - but no. This is no paradise. This is hell, or maybe more brutal than hell.

     Sometimes, I think I should blame the stars - those stars above the sky, in the universe. They only look at us from above but not doing even a thing. They're not even helping. They said that if you saw a shooting star, make a wish; but none.of those wishes came true. It was just a waste of effort. The stars may shine bright - but no. This does not help. The place where I am is a lot darker than you even think.

     But sometimes, I blame myself. Maybe it is all my doings that led to these. Maybe it is all my fault that's why I am suffering here; or even if it's not, I think, the best way, or rather, the only way to get out of here is saying farewell. Maybe I go to a place better than this; or perhaps, I go to a place where all are even worse than what's happening here. Who knows? Maybe everything ends here. Whatever happens after this, at least, finally, I will be able to get out here, to escape in this hell. Goodbye.