You don't deserve to see me like this. After all, you did not do this to me. Yet many of us are statues of a kind. Figures portraying the scenes of our stunned silences, the afterglows of our aspiring dreams and happiness bleeding away, snatched because they just cannot be and we could not grasp the reasoning then. We may still not now.

Learn from me. Study the carving of my unhappiness, the form of my broken wishes and fractured hopes. Learn from me and remember...I am not a tragedy that comes to an end.

..I will move again. We all shall move again regardless of what fear may whisper, what doubt will oracle. Shame and woe will become the back drops of pages, the defining points of our struggles, and the reminder of what we overcome to reach towards our happy ends. Just...promise me you won't go rushing now. Sometimes you need to sit down and just..give some time. You have all the time in the world you know...?

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