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Stoner Agony

Every tear a waterfall 
In the night the stormy night 
she'll close her eyes 
In the night the stormy night 
away she'd fly 

 And dreams of 
Para-para-paradise 
Para-para-paradise 
Para-para-paradise 

 She closed her eyes and tried to block out the voices. Those screaming outside and those in her head asking her to flee. She tried not to give in to the voices in her head- the voices that told her to go back to the numbness. Just so she didn't have to deal with the voices outside screaming in agony. She didn't like the darkness that the numbness brought with itself with it. However, the voices outside were tearing at her insides. She decided to listen to the ones in her mind, thinking that they knew which suffering was better. She opened the drawer beside her bed and took out a vial of liquid from it. As she reverted back to her old ways of coping, her body slowly grew limp as her mind gave way to the uncertain vagueness. Ever so slowly, she fell back on the covers and grew oblivious to shrieks outside her door fighting their own battle.


The lyrics used in this post are from Paradise by Coldplay.
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  1. Geet3 October 2013 at 10:58

    Hey Kirtika

    Loved this piece. Keep writing!

    Ma'am Geetanjali

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  2. Kearty12 February 2014 at 04:00

    Thank you so much. Stay in touch.

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