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    The subject that i'm going to talk about now is probably the same old thing that everybody

    is sick of reading about...and writing about...but ...just let me do it my way...

     

      

    A zombie between the livings...

     

    have you ever felt that way?!like a dead person trying to be alive?! like a stranger;like a

    blueberry between oranges?!

     

     

    Have you ever felt frustrated and tired from being a forsaken?

     

    everybody knows that sick feeling...everybody once cried for the same reason...today;i'm

    talking about myself and every eliminated person from society...what i'm going to talk

    about now must be happened to you...

     

    everyday i feel guilty for being me;no matter how hard i try,nothing actually changes...you

    might say that old phrase:"you are perfect just the way you are don't try to change

    that";but guess what...we are humans;we're not perfect for the way we are;we try too hard

    to be;and trying is already winning,a perfect person is someone who tries his best in

    everything they do,but if my best isn't enough?!...people,and by people i mean society,is so

    needy,expects much from individuals;society is the origin of all world problems...i guess

    what i'm trying to say here...what's wrong with being fat?!sick?!short?!thin?!tall?!gay?!...do

    we have to be bullied for who we are?!for the mistakes that we did in the past?!

     

    we become a bunch of numbs day by day;careless.... 

     

    people cry,cut,drink,commit suicide everyday ;because society can't accept us for the way

    we are and that makes us do not believe in ourselves,become weak...sad... . there's a simple

    one rule in life :" a human being could never ever accept everybody"there will always be

    that one person that you really hate...

     

      

    If you close your eyes and listen really carefully;you will realize that each one of us is

    screaming from the bottom of their hearts but no one could listen,because the only thing

    that we see and hear everyday is our own voice;we never thought that maybe we are all

    going through the same thing,the same pain ; in different tempos...everyone reacts

    differently;everyone has his own way to escape the reality ; everyone is weak but so good

    at hiding it...

     

     

    what hurts the most is when you start talking to a new person, that accepts you for who

    you are ; laughs at your lame jokes;stands by your side whenever you need them...opens up

    to you and you just think:"this one is different ! i really believe in that!",you help them;do

    your best to make them laugh from the bottom of their heart everyday...just to make sure

    they will exist tomorrow...try your best at everything you do...just so you could be good

    enough...but then you open up yourself to them...start acting like yourself...worrying too

    much;just afraid to loose them..talking too much because their respond is the most

    important thing in your life..they are like a little cat that you just have to take care of

    them...but then..they will be bored, or maybe they erase that picture that they had of you

    the whole time and discover you for who you are...and maybe you are not good enough for

    them...so they leave..the only thing that made you look at life differently

    ...leaves.............leaving you alone drowning in your own thoughts with hate ,solitariness and

    weakness are eating you alive...but you just can't escape that...so it must be some

    solutions...

     

     

    Each one of us have their anthems that knows by heart;their sacred ways to forget pain

    and to get rid of their heavy hearts;to escape the reality and feel much better . Talking to

    God,listening to music ; sleeping ; drinking cofe or even blogging are different eerie ways

    but in the end they all have the same objective .

     

    in the end there are a lot of situations that we are all suffering from...in the end of the

    day everyone thinks that they are alone , different , eliminated...but the truth is...we are

    all the same...no matter how different we can be....in the end of the day that witch called

    loneliness isn't racist;that devil called hate isn't sexist

     

     

    -Rein-©®

     

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