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   "I dare you to call me"
She banged the car's door and went. You could see it on her face. The intense rage.

She was smoking hot, I noticed, as I watched her walk away. I didn't know her nor her boyfriend (probably) who, too, saw her walking away with heavy foot steps from the rear-view mirror.

They probably had a fight. The reason, to me, was unknown. But I was sure she'd now drink and smoke up till she is out of her senses. So this is how you let just one person affect you so much that you waste an entire day of your life, not knowing that that might be the last day you are alive. That one person, indirectly, impose their life on you and you, unquestionably, allow that. It is not solely the case of relationships. Unbalanced friendships are included. So are one-sided affections. And love? Why talk about love? Let me keep it to practicality.

All seems incomplete till you get to hear from them. You laugh at the stories of 'the cool guy of the group' and when they finish, you fish for your phone hoping to have a text from that (whatever).
Why let your life be ruled? Damn! Once in a new moon it's good.
Wake up.
Look around.
There is a beautiful world out there which has children showing their first painting to their parents rather than their gaming score.
Live for yourself. Dance your heart out and it is easier if you are a non-dancer.

Because your life is not a pervert's eye and that guy is not a hot ass, try life for it does not lie in your phone or that (whatever).








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  1. Unknown23 February 2014 at 13:05

    This was so beautiful. �� 2:30 at night is not a good time to be doing what i am, now. but ....hell, this was too great.

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  2. Subbu26 March 2014 at 08:15

    Really good ...keep it up and all the best. .

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