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People in My Life

I can't give up on people. Why you ask?

It's my mind that rules my thoughts. My fucking ingeniously stupid mind!

It never lets me give up, ever. Many a person have come into my life, some have stayed, some have abandoned me, and some I have abandoned. But, all have left memories, memories that I regret or love, or both. Some have been formative, defined who I am. Memories that have shown me how to live a life, may it be the distant memory of the class-trip to Nepal or the recent Wall Art Festival/noco Project memories. All have defined me in someway or the other.

This is the reason I am unable to give up. People, knowingly or unknowingly, make me who I am, define what I am, show me my positives, indicate my negatives. They judge me, abuse/misuse me, take my heart and throw it into the gutter or trample it. But, they may also protect it with their life, give me the love I long for.

I am happy to have found the people that exist in my small bubble of knowledge. The sweet and savory memories, the laughable moments of silliness, the urgency to tell your secret that I have protected all my life to everyone I care about; the bond of truth and lies with a person.

I know that my small bubble will be ever expanding. When the time comes for me to perish, sooner or later, I will not regret anything. 

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