There was a time in my life that I was lost, sauntering blindly in a path so thorny, so dim. I felt betrayed, consumed by the thought that I am alone - always. No one stood by my side to lift me, to inspire me, and to bring me back to my senses. Not even my parents were there. Neither my friends - or they were there but I didn't mind them being there.
I was inches close to self-destruction. Everyone conspired against me; even my self. One blow I would've been shattered into pieces. Literally. I was no better than broken pieces of glass, forcefully banged and finely crushed. It was nearly impossible to construct myself again.
Until that one fine day I finally decided to move on and let those build-up simmer into vapor. I was never the same again. Much to my favor, the past is just a memory now - still lingering, yet controllable; lamentable but diffusable.
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