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Carousel

Once she was riding a carousel much to her delight. She was riding high and she was riding low, thinking she owned such treacherous plaything and would never part from it. It even came to a point she was almost sure that the pleasure and the sense of belonging she was seeking can only be found in that carousel.

And so she continued to ride high and to ride low. She was pleased.

But the carousel was not hers to be owned. It belonged to someone else and she knew that to begin with.

She has to let go and she has to forget everything. Those blissful moments have to cease and those assumed thoughts has to be erased.

She thought herself stupid for letting herself be assured of something fickle and so irrelevant. She was building castles in the air, she realized.

And with that, she had a great fall.

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Survival

No matter how tough the road is, we can always find so many ways to walk beyond and reach either our desired destination or the destination fate will give us.

No matter how strong the tide is, we can always permit ourselves to go with the flow and eventually learn to swim amongst the biggest waves and reach the shores in the end.

And no matter how dark the night is, morning will always come and our journey begins anew.

Never forget that even with our darkest hours, the light will always have its way to reach us.

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Paranoia

I am floating; moving farther and farther away from where I am supposed to stay. I cannot see the light but neither am I in darkness. Them, voices are with me. They are within me. The more I move farther, the more they cling on to me, gripping my soul with their deafening chants. What are they saying? They are mumbling such incomprehensible words. It’s deafening but I could not understand.

I am floating. The wings of paranoia are taking me to my doom once again.

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Stranger Within

What of my dreams that most cannot comprehend? The psychosis of obscurity that dwells within the very core; mysterious inklings flooding every dimension I choose to step into. What of my thoughts that paint the skies with my eccentric but true color? The romance with darkness that makes people lament and be horrified with the thought that I belong to the unknown and the nameless.

What of my existence?

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