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Living My Life As a Half Breed
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Ongoing, First published Oct 05, 2020
Mature
We mostly don't talk about the battles raging in our life. 

Some do but only an account of it. Most of them hide on the stories they wrote, or the vlogs they created.

Its difficult for me too. Sharing mine without utmost respect upon my experiences, but the truth is it's just pride lurking upon my sleeves. 

As if I loathe to be part of the human race, prone to hypocrisy.

We always find someone to blame for our mistakes in life. Either we blame society or what.

This prologue is for you to know that this entries are far from your imagination of how life should be. Its more of a reflection of my reality in its best and worst case. At least its all in my perspective.

So we gonna read my experiences as a half breed, living in an urban setting,
But mostly thinking in a rural way.

And yep. I exist. So if you can relate then welcome to my life!
Please be seated and get ready to be bored to death.

Or almost? Because yes. This is comedy too.
All genres are for you.
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Halfway to Something

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They say love is a choice. But what if the choice you made had nothing to do with love? We didn't marry because we were in love. We married because we both needed something- And each other was just... convenient. He needed a wife. I needed the money. So we signed the papers, wore the masks, and promised we wouldn't fall. But nothing about him is simple. He was the boy I loathed the most when I was twelve. Five years older, always out of reach, always one step ahead. Now, we're under the same roof, bound by the same lie. And yet, he still feels miles away. He's cold. Detached. Always in control. And I hate how effortlessly he gets under my skin. Me? I keep my thoughts sharp and my walls higher. I never let anyone see me falter. And I'm always mindful of the image I project-especially when no one's watching. And now, I'm slowly forgetting the rules we set when we said, "I do." This wasn't supposed to mean anything. But now, we're halfway into something neither of us knows how to name. And the thing about secrets? They always ask for more.