THE VOICE OF MY SCARS

pride as an excuse

to conceal our emotions
not being honest with ourselves and others
with pride as an excuse
is the most humane mistake we commit

'what bothers you?' her friend asks drifting her away from her thoughts.
'isn't it too clear, what bothers me is that i continue to mourn and he continues to laugh, he is having his fair share of stars while i have lost mine.
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hadn't someone said that love is a double edged knife. we are meant to rot in the same grief, but just look at him there with his friends laughing with his friends over something funny and here i am with my only well wisher, answering the same question i have been asked for so many times. perhaps life is not fair to everyone one. it had done no good to me.
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look he's smiling, which makes him undeniably beautiful. he had become incredibly happy and i am terribly devastated.
what he doesn't realize is life is spoiling him. in some or other moment, his world would fall apart and he'll be debilitated. he doesn't know how to cope up with the loss. he should learn to cherish the pain the way he embraces happiness cause i won't be able to see him shatter if something happens.'
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'you still love him?'
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. 'yes. i have the strength to still love him but not the courage to swallow my pride.'
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-words from heart