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The words I don’t say.

The tears I don’t shed.

They hold millions of words.

Each tear drop encloses pain.

How can the same water we drink to quench our thirst be the one we release when we are in pain?

How can the same chocolate we take it to calm our nerves be the same one that causes diabetes?

The same fire we use in cooking burns down people’s houses.

I’m just trying to say simply that most of the people we bring so close to us are the ones that wear and tear us.

I wonder where we are leading ourselves to.

We all seem very confused. 

Lost.

 Everything I ignored, they came back to me; not as they were to be, but they came as a slap on my face. I stared blankly thinking of how to fix it all up. I got an idea and braced myself; I decided within not to let pride come in the way and walk up to my fears and then I did. I approached it and guess what happened? My fears looked at me and I’m sure if it had hands it would slap me and call me selfish and stupid. What was I supposed to do?

Well I thought to myself again and I decided to ignore my fears and drop the ego. Can I have a second shot?  At least in baseball you have 3shots, and in life you keep trying till you are fed up. I don’t know about basketball but I know you can shoot at different ranges. So this is a second shot and I hope it’s a 3pointer.