The ache began around 11 in the morning. A result of my negligence. I do not regret living with this ache, although I agree that avoiding it wouldn’t have been a tough task. I often let myself slip in the hard arms of misery. I often do that. As I sit now and feel the ache breaking me into two, I hear the cooing of an innocent bird, the cooing having no impact on me. It is as noisy as the noises these boys are making while they play their silly game. Perhaps, it’s the noises of these boys that’s making the melodious hum of the bird sound bitter. Perhaps, their noises aren’t actually noises, but to me, they appear so. Perhaps, I am struck by lightning or I am getting dragged across a swamp with pointy swords sticking out of it. I am waiting for the night so that I can truly become invisible for a while.
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