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Measure my life, to the last ounce, if you must, you'll find nothing of value, but dirt and dust, still, leave me as you found me, gathering rust, for nothing more can be done, I am biding the time just.

- DG

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I thought my own strength would desert me, I'd be left ruing chances I didn't take, and that's what happened, all that's left is the failure, of contemplating, on what ifs and could have beens, within the depths, I am submerged.

- DG

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She appeared to be longing with hope,

but me, as too often unsure of myself,

couldn't put her, under the distress that came, with the same package as myself.

He gifted me kindness

But I wasn’t sure how to accept it

Not without breaking to pieces first

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She presented me with unconditional love,

but my heartless existence was oblivious,

that even I, could ever, be worthy.

He gifted me kindness

But I wasn’t sure how to accept it

Not without breaking to pieces first

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He was not meant to be devoid of emotion, for he felt every ounce, and yet, their seemingly harmless expectations, were letting numbness take over, bringing forth a dire realization, that nothing was ever his to begin with.

- DG

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Do not come after me for the words unspoken, more often than not, there is so much more I would otherwise say, but these loitering thoughts, and relentless fears, take a stronghold on me; I make futile attempts to clasp myself together, and yet, the worries win everytime, as if, it was perhaps, always, a losing game, for me.

- DG (A losing game)

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Take me home, will you, for I've been out here lost, more than I wanted, longer than I anticipated, and lonelier than I imagined.

- DG

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Where would this road lead us, surely to nowhere in particular, or would you have another opinion otherwise, and I long to reach the destination, but there are hurdles to cross, barriers to surpass, and even the last ones aren't in sight yet, the journey continues, who knows until when.

- DG

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From the reality I wanna flee, yet I am rooted to the spot where I'm supposed to be, why though, I question myself to the dot. Where would I run if I could, surrounded when I am, by abyss, scarred with the responsible in me that should, stay put, and still it is me, the most, I miss.

- DG

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I am but bleeding,

with every word spilled, leaving me,

merely a fragmented existence.

Words on the surface

Cannot satisfy my needs

I want you to bleed

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Often I struggle, to uncover meaning, within myself, and around me, to avoid slipping into, an endless phases of meaninglessness; I am a collection of fragments, incomprehensible at best, yet craving to be, perhaps a bit more, than a meaningless existence.

- DG

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You talk about your day, spilling little details, about the various nuances throughout, and I get lost, not fully comprehending yet grateful, to be in your company, within your proximity. Your eyes sparkle with enthusiasm, while you bombard me with jargons, and I listen intently, responding where I can and where I should, tethering you to go on, as I get even more mesmerized.

- DG

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Whats DG stand for ?

DG is a pseudonym that I use to sign off my writings.

Hope this answers your question, even if only to a certain extent.

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With my whole being, I watch you, at times, down to every last inch and corner, that bit of details, you don't give anything away, neither with words nor with actions, but I see through barriers, to the thoughts forming within you, akin to screams you'd hear if one was reduced to a solitary confinement.

- DG

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I can't stop you from witnessing the mess, that becomes apparent without prior indication, perhaps the very prospect of your observation could prevent it from overflowing; I could pretend all I want still would not be able to conceal, what you would otherwise already know; so what is even the point I ask myself, and yet for some untoward reason I still do.

- DG

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Often times I am unable to comprehend the very person that I am, the thoughts and feelings that swarm my mind, leading me to wonder what is really behind this. Is it just me or is something more deep underlying there? As is quite frequently the case, I am not met with any answers. Happiness eludes me, even when it is close at hand just waiting for me to reach out and grab it; and yet, despite all this, there is laughter and smiles on the face to perhaps show that all is not lost, oblivious to the facade behind. On the contrary, eyes do not lie, and they are triggered quite easily to give away anything for which they might have made such strides to conceal in the first place, but that is also for only those, who have eyes that can actually see. As this trip is reaching its conclusion, I am reminded of my place in the struggles and strife, ones that have been conquered and those that are yet to amass. There is hope of course, make no mistake about that, and immense gratitude too, but that does not permit the mind to claw away from the enormity of things to come. For a once-labeled heartless person to feel things way too closely when they actually may not mean anything, is another irony of life I am yet to comprehend fully. For now, I let it be, telling myself I am but a mere human being, mediocre at best, work-in-progress at most, trying, just trying to ensure I am being the best I can be, and yet not really making that good a job out of it.

- DG (A memoir)