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Keep Breathing.

And with all the great days in between, there are some not so great ones.

Days where you’re just breaking bit by bit inside

and you really can’t push the tears back

Of course, as always, you blame the alcohol.

Because technically, when you’re sober;

days have never been better!

But the moment the wine starts replacing

the blood from your veins

and the glee is replaced by pity and loneliness,

you start crumbling.

You slowly but surely start feeling more numb

More breathless.

More detached from the rest of the world.

And then you start convincing yourself

over and over

and over again

That you’re doing okay,

Despite everything.

And that’s enough.

Yours truly,

Painted Shadow



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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