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Torn apart.

Living in the past.

Wanting to be released from it.

To embrace the future.

The agony.

Mere words fail to describe it.

The blood that flows out of the wounds.

The scars that come after that.

At times we wish for death.

But when death comes knocking for real.

We wish otherwise.

To cling onto the last thread of life itself.

Granted.

Life can be filled with all the bad things.

But one has to learn to take it in one's stride.

Bitter regrets.

Carved into my memories.

But there is nothing i can do about it.

Until i choose to accept it.

And move into the next chapter.

Will you?