The Relentless Uncertainties
Her eyes are shut while the room seems vivid with its orange walls that augment its splendor in the brilliant sunshine. She has closed her ears with her palm while her fingers remain crossed. She is biting her lips in the corner of a room, her feet is cold, she shudders repeatedly. This paroxysm of fear was unknown to her till now. She is struggling to free herself from this trap but she is oblivion to everything she was once taught so she keeps on drowning into darkness. Blood drips from her lips, tears flood her face, her hair is damp due to the sweat and her clothes are torn and nasty. Her body renders itself like a corpse as it wanes life. She is in this room from two years but never felt this way. She yearns if this could be a nightmare, if she was never a drug addict, if she had a life but the snuff that was once an escape from the resentment and the torments abated her identity and possessed her body shrewdly. She barely opens her eyes when the clock struck ten and the alarm starts "who lets the dog out? Who? Who? Who?". She stares at her phone in disbelief and lights her cigarette laughing at herself. Perhaps there is no point in decreasing the number of ways you may die but, before dying, at least live!
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