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It all feels like a mountain of dejection and glaciers are the regretful mistakes. No one can conjecture my pain, for they have lost sensitivity. Maybe i deserved it, maybe god let me fall because he knew he will pick me up but dear angels can’t bear my burden of pain which lingers on me. And, thus we all fall. As physics have told, the hard you fall, the more it hurts.

I don’t feel remorse for my own self but for the little angels with dead wings, whom i slew with my mountain of sorrow. I wish to kiss their wounds.

Oh almighty, who shall save me from this? Who would be my Savior?

Surely the only one who pushed me off the battlement of our castle.

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