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Stupid vicious cycle

That moment, when you have tried every trick in the book, including the very trick that the book advises you never try: being completely honest - and nothing comes of it.

That sensation of inching doom, when you have done all you could, other than giving up - and got nothing in return.

That uneasy frustration, when you have written, screamed, silently begged - and the only person who heard you is yourself. 

That awkward brush of reality, when you admit that every effort has been in vain - and only go back into self denial.

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  1. Anonymous6 July 2012 at 09:20

    i just loved this from top to bottom...
    so true

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  2. Anonymous6 July 2012 at 22:39

    sigh .. no escape from the circle of (un) reason!

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  3. Zoya Brar9 July 2012 at 00:52

    thank you for reading! :)

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  4. CoyCox15 July 2012 at 19:33

    This is also the moment of maximum learning

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  5. Zoya Brar16 July 2012 at 01:15

    True that....:)

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  6. Zoya Brar16 July 2012 at 01:16

    True that....:)

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  7. Anonymous16 July 2012 at 21:27

    or complete unlearning

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