The World at Large

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  The descending sun spooks me, As it reminds me of impending doom. The fate of the world hanging on  the joker wearing the crown. A game of deceit and endless conspiracies, Rigged to make the hidden emerge strong. ‘Come one come all’ The sign bellows. Not one peasant decided to enjoy the menu. They are sinking to fall in their own broken ship. All towing to head into the dark abyss. We enjoy playing the game when it is, Someone else who’s head will twirl if they miss. But when the trigger loads and the target is us. When the bullet wants to grab hold on us. We run so far, without a hitch. We run to never stop to check. What happened to those who tried to save us? What happened to the joker who longs for love? What happened to the magician, is he still sick? The old man, next door, did he get his tip? The world of our species amuses me. To see the world move by so cheap. The moon is now out. It winks at me. The stars shining bright following me. The world beyond our species, Fascinates
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An honest note..

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People have been trying to contact me , trying to get me online, trying to get me to open up.
People think I'm crazy to have chosen being distant for a while.
And truth is I didn't want to at first.
But here's the story , that changed it all...
I had a best friend once, she was a rebel in her own ways.
We shared an interest and bonded for a year or two, and i thought she was perfect, until
she showed me she wasn't.
After a while, i got to see her dark side, the side i had never seen before, the side i thoroughly despised but never had the courage to tell..
I repeatedly got hurt by her senseless lies. I repeatedly lost myself trying to find her. And after a point I couldn't take it anymore so I submerged myself in the shadows, just to stay hidden from her.
Just to collect a little peace and quiet instead of being intervened by a thousand different  people,each wanting thousand different things.
Just to make sure that I don't lose my sanity, trying to save hers'
I thought if I would stay 'anti-social' for a while, i could be able to face her again, and live my 'perfect lie'.
But i was so wrong.
Being away from her was like trying to evade my own shadow. Impossible.
I heard secrets about her that made me wish i was deaf.
I learnt things about her various schemes, where i was the pawn.
I wanted to run- away from her make belief life . I sometimes still do.
People ask me why do I stay put, why do I not fight?'
And I always have the same answer for them, "when you fight fire with fire, you just get burnt.. "
Wherever i went, she followed,she called, she texted, she didn't let me go, whereas I was determined to ghost her for life.
And after a point, I just didn't have the heart to reply. I didn't have the heart to tell her that she meant nothing to me. I know that she would probably read this and wonder who i'm talking about. That's what everyone will do. Wonder..
 I haven't confronted her yet. And i probably never will...
Because i can't go through withdrawal again and promise that it won't break me.
Because I can't take on another battle without counting the costs.
That's the truth.

 Now tell me , was i wrong? am i crazy to have taken this choice ? What would you have done if you figure out that your "best friend" is secretly the devil in disguise?


- Mahathi.S

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