There ends all the liberty - the ambition of living my life my way. Because at times I need to put a brake to the madness, and choose dignity over - you know, the usual, "idea of being in love". So here we go - the remnants, the screen shot.
PS - Why do I even try to string together the fairy lights and decorate my grieving home? Only because the others have done it? Why do I have this unpardonable desire to live?
PPS - Couldn't anybody simply treat me as a human being and not something defined in the perspective of time and space?
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