Scribbling:
Tragedy of Wanderer
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“It was not
first time, he felt corrupted, it happened often. May be that is the tragedy of
being vague, having no certain feelings. He had thought this way it would be
easier to wander through, may be, yet it often turned out to be one that
wrecked his body and heart, left him feeling polluted and lost. He did not wish
to portray self as innocent, he knew it is none but his own thoughts that makes
him sick, and he must stand tight to bear the beating it brought back.
May be we
all often make up our mind, imagine things in better and worse; for good and
bad doesn’t excite anymore, only to fall victimized, behind closed doors of
confession rooms, where they ensures nobody could hear you scream than your own
solitude.
Alas! What
could feel worse than feeling of being fallen to own prejudice, self.”
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