Unlike last time, I can't even put up a facade, I try but this feeling it punches holes in my mask and shows itself-plain and naked on face, in my words. And they read, as from a book, the distress that I'm in.
Laughter- in desperate need of laughter. I wish someone would give me that. Talk to me. Distract me. Give me a break from these thoughts.
I doubt if I even have the strength to put up a facade, bearing this and not being able to let it out seems to have taken up all the strength in me. Broken. In pieces.
How long untill I can laugh a hearty laugh again? I wish this would pass. Its aching all over. Shattering me.
Allah, you are the Giver of all things. Give me strenth. Give me Saboor. Ameen.
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