October 11 2012 , 1212am

I Think There Were Be No Words Can Express
How Grateful I Am Right Now,
I Am Recovering Slow From My Scars,Wounds And Every Other Stuff
I Caught On All These While .
 All These While The Stuff I Had To Go Through Has Not Made A Man But I’m Becoming More And More Weak. On A Serious Note, It Is Really True , I No Longer Fear Death 
I No Longer Fear Death . I Fear Of Not Getting Out Of This Maze Haunts Me Even Now .
I No Longer Have The Elements To Solve Something Which I’m Able To In The Past. .
I’m Singing My Death Song Everyday.The Only Think I’m Able To / Want Actually I’m Demand It That To Really Enjoy Myself As Much As I’m Able To Right Now And Recover… .What Will I Become ? What Will I Gain ? Why Am I Having These Thoughts ? Thoughts Of Dying As Those Doors Close On Me … . .

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