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It’s all these secrets that I shouldn’t tell I’ve got to run away

Where do you run to escape from yourself? Who do you turn to when you’ve trusted noone? and you’ve kept everyone, even your best friend at arms length? And the 4 walls you’ve built around you refuse to come down, only because you’re holding them from the inside. What do you do, when you’re afraid to let anyone in,because you’re afraid of judgement,betrayal, torture, love? Is it a bad thing though? Being hurt and loved,isnt that what we all want? At the end of the day, dont we all want to feel pain? Atleast a bit of it? Pain keeps us strong. Pain, in moderate doses, keeps us strong.It’s not sadist to think that we all WANT to feel pain. Its a fact.  The sooner you admit it, the sooner you’ll learn to accept it. Sometimes, pain sucks and it can drive us over the edge. Sometimes, pain hurts and blinds us beyond reason. But its a need.a want, just like Love. Sometimes, if we’re lucky enough, we experience them both together, right after each other, in no particular order though (yes, it is luck, but dont get me wrong, no pain and only love is GREAT although rare). Pain and Love. Love and Pain. They go hand in hand, like lovers. HA. oh, the irony. 

Runaway, write a song, Find a hobby, Fall in love, but Never bring those walls down by yourself, wait until someone breaks all of them to get to you.

Yours truly,

Painted Shadow.

Ps. Hang in there sunshine. Coz every little thing is going to be all right. 🙂
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I stare at walls hoping that something would guide me to another dimension where everything makes sense. I take life as it comes. I reside in which is now known to be the fastest growing city in the Middle East, Dubai. Surrounded by fake greenery and dusty air, I long for rain. I long for rain to drench my very being, untill i feel nothing but clean and revived. I dream of happy things and i know for certain that Peter pan and pixies and fairies and Santa exists. I know. Because theres no point in not believing. Im a child. I am a grain of sand. I am a speckle of dust in this polluted world. I am a spirit roaming the end of the earth, trying to find that wall. (Read the page Painted shadow for details)

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