Snatched it and committed to memory:
"What have they got in their newspapers? Not even tits coz they haven't got even tits!"
"He said Stretch her out. Well, I thought, I know only one way of stretching her..."
Day by day I learn things about people. Trust is so easy to repose, and each time I have been stabbed in the front. But I can't carry pain for so long. I forget and move on. So many ghosts travel in my memories.
A new beginning has to be made.
"The world is what it is; men who are nothing, who allow themselves to become nothing, have no place in it." ― V.S. Naipaul, A Bend in the River
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why? what has happened this time? something new?
No, just disjointed thoughts. Please don't see the quotes and the comments that follow as if one flew from the other. Non-sequitors!
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