There will be no looking back, and no room for regrets.

Hmm, and that line has been discontinued for the past 2.5hrs.

Do I really have nothing to say? Au contraire. Gazillion and one pieces of nonsense clamoring to be morphed into audible well-formed words, that are in dire need of acknowledgment. The physical pain that I am unfortunately experiencing right now, is certainly paralysing my fingers. The pain shoots right up to them fingertips, preventing my otherwise somewhat fluid, drum-like rhythms of my keystrokes. Help. But I know that this pain is all for the best. Maybe it's a mandatory punishment for the sticky predicament that I have put myself in. A sharp pain just shot through my sore system, thereby solidifying my suspicions that I deserve this manhandling chastisement. Help Help.

Why do I cry for help. Am I so stubbornly blind, or do I not realise that help is all around. It is in me - the one person who can help myself most effectively. Do I believe in karma. I do. What goes around comes around. But what one has been giving me, has yet to boomerang back right at one's face. I know that it eventually will (I hope you know it too, and please be prepared), albeit not entirely in the same context.

The irony of my sorrowful plight, is that the physical pain I'm enduring right now hurts so much but I don't want it to stop because I know, it's ultimately good for me. Whereas the other pain that I put myself through could actually be more excruciating. One big difference is, I do want the latter pain to stop because I know, it is detrimental to me. But I simply can't. Such are a pain-enduring fool's unheard laments that tremble with the mere vibrations of her secret fears.

It is essential to forget everything we need to forget.

"I don't think it's gonna happen anymore, you took my thoughts from me.
Now I want nothing more. And did you think you could just take it all away?"

-->The Cranberries - Twenty One<--

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