I’d like to tell you something about me.
You may find this odd and a bit scary.
Me, myself is afraid of me.
I’m overwhelmed by these emotions I can’t explain and I’m afraid to tell anybody. I’m scared they will find me insane or crazy. There’s a sudden flow of reality, past and memories I’d tried to bury deep down and in just a snap, they all came rushing through me. And just that, I’d felt my heart skipped a beat, can’t breathe and cried… like a baby who’s not wanted to be born in this world.
You know, I’m telling you this, Stranger because you don’t know me and we can just ignore each other. Unlike someone who has known an old me and was stuck there- he or she who didn’t even give me a chance to know the new me.
Have you ever wondered those who got killed because they’ve raised their hand? Let me know.
VindeecatedLife 