Friday, 10 February 2012


The fact that she had fallen in love only made things harder, much harder than they would have been if  she hadn't given out another slice of her heart to someone she could never be all too sure about. Her problem was and had always been that she gave so much of herself to others, and never got anything in return, constantly giving all she had and never receaving anything, or very little had finally begun to take its tole. She felt lifeless and joyless. The world was grey and all hope was clouded in black smog.

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