Sometimes, there is a fear that there is only so much one can hold inside, and at anytime, anytime at all, he will explode in a tragic and painful way.
Sometimes, one bleeds and weeps so much inside that his outside begins to wear and tear like a tried and weakened haggard man.
Sometimes, one feels that the day will come when he'll not be able to sustain the lies and deceits put forth by him through his apparent bubbly personality and cheerful smile, and the day may henceforth be the day the world crashes destructively down on him.
Sometimes, one puts his hand upon his chest and feels; a side of his mind reading and analysing his quickening pulse while another, whispers to it pleadingly like a captain trying to steady his sinking ship.
Sometimes, one wonders why.
Sometimes, one never discovers why.
-alexeO-
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