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Not so young Fashion Graduate From National Institute of Fashion Technology (NIFT), Delhi, India. Aspiring journalist. Amongst other eclectic hobbies, she likes writing and has written several poems and articles over her school and college life and now for a living. She would someday like to be be a more popular writer than just on her blogs. 'Tis a lady of grand splendor, who waketh in my bed every morning while the sun beckons her towards night...

Thursday, June 01, 2006

fears are like claws.....they drag you into a labyrinth

rather like a quicksand...the more u fight the more ur dragged in....
with those claws clasped around.....do u really think u can move...??
its a losing fight.....a fight where whatever u do ....ur hurt and ull die with that fear....
im strangled now....i hate the feeling of thousands of odd things crawlin on me......killing me....its like dying everytime.....going back into the same phase...helpless...u open ur mouth but thr is no sound escaping ur lips.....u wanna scream...but u know u cant.....
u can feel the blood oozing out and u cant stop the pain......what do u do?
keep hurting urself..till wen this pain becomes unbearable and the fears start subsiding in ur pain....
wen nothing else but darkness surrounds u ......u are sinking.....
u are sinking into nowhere.....u cant come out.....u cant hide.....
u cant sleep anymore......
u can never sleep again.....
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