It was that
kind of a day that leaves to distraught. All that was there was a quiet,
pounding heart. And of course the fire. The fire was nice, pleasant. But it didn’t
change anything about that day.
Her mind on
the other hand, was just SO loud! It would shout and poke and whistle and cry
and kick. So persistent it was!
She’d
developed a strong distain towards her mind by then. Quite a logical thing to
do if you ask me… Such a blizzard in there… No wonder she’s despise it.
She took
hold of her head, gently, firmly, painfully. Nothing else could it ask for. It was
the culprit. There was no way of negotianing.
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