And when they asked me if I ever will recover from the deep black hole that is loneliness, that made me abandon all care for myself, I just shook my head and only said that caring for someone will be scary once you find yourself trapped in a seemingly unending series of ache. They asked why but I didn't answer. They won't understand it anyway so I need not explain that all this happened because for one too many times in my life, I cared.
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Mediocrity
PoetryA collection of poetry and prose that border on mediocrity. Do not expect anything great here.
