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dumb me!

Just one of those phases in life when nothing seems to work, nothing can calm you down. The things that catch your attention are definitely not the ones you need that time. More importantly, the things that need your urgent attention just somehow are incapable of getting a hold on your thought leaving you miserable.
Just when you need to be your conscientious best you end up with all the inattentiveness of the world.
Just when you need to believe in the heavens inside you nothing can avert you from letting hell break loose.
Just the factors that you need riddance surface and re-surface drawing from beneath your toughness everything that adds to your strength.
Just the time that is hard to live and yet is crucial jiffy. You would close your eyes and wait for it to pass with panache just the composure is missing. The serenity about you could help but none for the quietude would brake an era.
Just when I wish to tell all has hit a drought of means. Just when I wished lucidity my soul is bathed in a plethora of perplexity.

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