Poems are really my weakness. I don't really trust myself in writing poems.
Saturday, August 3, 2013
{non-fiction} Chained on a Chair with the Lights Turned Off and the Door Padlocked
I’m not
good with metaphors. And honestly speaking I don’t think I’m good at anything
at all. Excuse me for saying such things. Maybe this is just me in my moment of
weakness, no, let me rephrase that, me in my month of weakness. July wasn’t a
very good one for me. There was always a time when I find myself crying at
night or a time when my mood takes a turn for the worst. I know it’s August now
but still I’m writing about the past month since I don’t think I would have
been able to pull myself together if I wrote this at the exact time of my month
of weakness.
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