The same fear comes again. It's there, I know. After 2 years, it returns. Or maybe it's like a swirling unrest, it never leaves, but has been staying by my side for all the time.
It's hard to stay strong when your dream is at stakes, especially when the gigantic troll is having your dream on his palm.
It can crush it to pieces effortless, or throw it back to you. But, you stand no chance in determining which way it will opt for.
A fear which shudders u like a chilling wind at 3am in the midnight, or makes you restless like the sizzling hot weather in Malaysia.
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Now only I realise, I am afraid on my own birthday. Not even being hopeful. so pathetic.
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