You die today to be reborn tomorrow!

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He dragged his heavy legs, walking across the roads, from where he found a thread. He traced the bloody mud, things that used to be, not anymore there. Anywhere in this map could hold a place for me to hide, he sighed!

He walked up the stairs, heavy this time, waiting for some mercy to bring happiness again to his heart. He hoped for something else, for some details to fill this head. The old furniture still laying around reminding him of the scent!

This time he moved quickly, ran up the stairs to his room , he locked away his heart. He sat on the couch, remembering the same old yesterday. Details are still playing the same old roles. I think, he murmured...he sighed away and drifted with yesterday!

He remembered the lines again.." you better forget her, she doesnt deserve your attention anymore..." memories are kept away, especially when they hurt so much... I dont know, I cant seem to forget. Everyday I walk by, to remember me again playing on the same records of what was yesterday....I know I shouldnt be there, stuck in the details, cornerned inside the grey corner of my mind...Things that repeat itself again,I dont forget. This was my curse, I d never forget what happened, or what else could happen..I know, I am alone in this road again......

He drifted this time, with something else, a new song, playing at the background, and through a filtered light he sighed for tomorrow. Hope is still there, laying up the corner of my life. Sunshine, If only I could be strong enough to let the light shine in again. If only I could be strong enough to walk on yesterday. If only I could be strong enough to shout at the top of my heart and shut down my crazy mind, I know I will win...

He moved this time, enthusiastically charming, brushing away madness from his head. He wiped away the dust from where yesterday used to rest. He was charming, loving and true. He knew he deserved something better, somewhere else could enclose him with matter...He knew, because he believed, and the first medicine could cure the wounds....

Hello Tomorrow, he began his line, this time he poured all his words on the next best Novel!



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