One person at a time
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  • Reads 38
  • Votes 6
  • Parts 3
  • Time 7m
Ongoing, First published Jan 19, 2016
There comes a time when you realize none of the stories are true. The myths and legends told to you when you were small were nothing more than just that; myths. The stories of people somehow saving the world through their sorrow and pain are not real. There were never people who saved the world. There was never a person who cared about the world enough to save it. All people do is use things. They even use each other, how did you even believe that they would save instead of destroy?

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" I'm sorry, we're sorry, P.please j.just call me bhai again, I'm not asking you to forgive me , babydove , P.please " He said with glossy eyes , he resembles the 10 years old me begging him to love me like my twin . But these both will have a deep resemblance. The response they'll get is silence. Just silence. Because now , the longing turned into hate , my love now developed into hatred.