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as i wake up frm a really gud dream, i m invariably forced to get bk to reality..evn though i ld rather get bk t slp... as i go thru the motions of my quite boring life, i wonder what is it, that is missing... the yr ahead is a dreary path... bt my goals r crystal clear... hurdles innumerable... bt determination has found its master..

and long stry short... as alwys...it all started wid a jolt from my blissful state of ignorance.. while i am still wishing to fade into oblivion, i ld rather not mess with wounds which have gone mad.. like they say.. what does not bother me is razor sharp, frankness... what does find its way of lacerating my soft hall are soft words which come with implications... beautiful words left behind in the world of intoxication.. there is a book tat i dint read... there are things i dint say... there is a dream that ll be a dream.. alas..thats life... may be thats why i need to become a surgeon... lota suturing left.. the part that dared to let go..to let down the defenses. is finally retreating.. fo reasons unfathomable, i cant acknowledge that i could be vulnerable...its that kinda pain...that lets u live...bt takes away a bit of ur soul...ur heart.. i still stand tall..head held high...dreams to be conquered...integrity overpowering emotions..patience my new found virtue..