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It's been one of those days. 
You know, the ones that tear you apart, chew you up and spit you out
but in the most incogitable way.
You walk around and everyone swears to the false bliss in your eyes,
that the life behind it is equally exquisite.
Pain has no voice unless its screaming, loud enough for everyone to hear.

You continuously find yourself looking for an ear that will rest to your words
but fail at the search