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Fighting with my own demons.
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You killed me.
And truth is, I can't thank you enough for ending me - just like I wanted, when I wanted. I told you
my days were numbed. To that you replied that I would always be a waiting stone by the road we had once traveled together. That childish brain of yours never did realize that the road had ended long ago and I was no more a waiting stone. In fact, I was never a stone but a human being suspended by time; a human being whose heart you've put a stake through
and pretended not to believe that it was your doing.
Hanging legs, my resting legs
`eyes looking far outside
of inside;
my head caressing one thought after another
and I am cold. Shivering.
But I am not seeking
sympathy of any.
Excuse me,
this is my own war.
I don't know if I have reached you.
I still don't know if I ever want to do that.
Say if I want, would you too?
Try to reach me through?
I watch them passing by, closely. 
just like a strange stranger on subway. 

You had put a stake through me, made a hole inside out of my body.
You saw me leaking a drop by drop. But that was all, once upon a time.
Once upon a time.