If I'm wrong, I'm wrong. And if I'm right- world is wrong. I don't care.
When I was lying on that white metal bed in room number 307, city hospital, thinking how in this world I didn't die while I tried hard not to fail that time, I realized even God didn't need me. And suddenly I started laughing. I need myself- I said deep into my heart.
Today, I love these scars on my wrist. They look so beautiful. How wrong I was at that time for the silliest reasons that matter nothing now. I know that God always loved me that’s why He kept me alive. My eyes dwell up this time and a warm teardrop is rolling towards my heart saying that life is a goon. I don't care what world thinks about me or if they are right, they are wrong, what I care about is the love that God had blessed me with to spread to the world.
"Every page has a story, every word has true emotions"- she said to herself. "Why I missed all of it when he was going through the hell me rather why I ignored him?" She sighed. Silence.
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