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Everyone avoided the bathroom since he died. It had become a disturbing crime scene by all standard; bloody white walls, wet crimson tiled floor, broken glass mirror, the oozing smell of cold blood, the appalling look of death…the horror living through that scene. Everyone avoided it, though in their heads and minds it haunted them...
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I always imagine who else sees the shards of glass and the dancing flames. The one that burns my soul and singes my heart. As the tiny droplets of rain slide down my window pane, I stare weakly at the red arrow going downhill, my work performance was dropping badly and I was becoming more...
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DISCLAIMER :THIS IS A COMPLETE WORK OF FICTION. I tried to commit suicide today. I did not really harbor the thought for so long before I made moves to get it done. It’s no biggie. More effort is put into planning and executing the death of another than one’s own life. I bought the rope...
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I turned the knob on the door in my room, it didn’t open, my heart skipped a bit. I turned it again, applying more pressure this time, the door refused to open. Yep, my heart positively sank this time. I have been locked indoors once again. I can’t define what I am feeling right now....
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I’ve always loved colouring books and paintings; the strokes, the swirls, the faded creations, the strong hues, the ways some colours seemed to glint and bounce off each other, the emotions that kept falling in and out of place…mirroring the way I’m feeling at the moment. *Knock Knock* *Knock Knock* That sound of consistent knocking...
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