I had decided to poison my pen,slowly but surely it will happen,but for now there is no other person who will to me so I started to talk to myself again.
I just had dose one doxpin and one restoril so that I can sleep,but this night was turning out to be no less then the last one. I was not able to take a nap
The pen, pensils some lose sheets and white light table lamp on my bedside table my hand on my lap with tears dripping on them ,in between all this "some uncertain picture get crafted somewhere in my head",this very moment I felt the fear of loosing her ad soon the tears turned into vociferous burst of cry.
I picked up notepad and pen and started writing,after more then half an hour I could see only her name craved on the sheet.
what else i need to write after all I had pen down 'my whole world'
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