I wish you had listened to me the first time. The first time something went wrong and I yelled.
You probably thought I was playing some sort of a prank. Well may be it was a prank or something less playful – only to get your attention. But now it’s not just that.
I feel like a roadside dog from your locality sometimes. Everyone knows I exist. You know I exist but you like most others don’t care.
Now I don’t want attention. I have now given up. On you, on us and on life. The doctor says I will be taken to the asylum tomorrow.
I don’t know if I will ever return. I don’t know if I want to. Why should I want to return?
Who wants a deaf music teacher?
I don’t want pity. I think death is more comforting. So I’ve made a choice.
Just wish you would have heard me then…
Greyindecision 
What is it???? It’s not grey, it’s black……
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It’s the darkest grey… close to black. Experimenting with emotions and writing.
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interesting post., I love the thought behind it, and admire the simplicity of ur words.
i myself am partial to writing with darker imagery….. but i guess everyone develops their own way of writing
in fact, the simplicity of your writing actually makes the whole punch line (if i call it that)..a lot more powerful, cos ur not expecting it.
thumbs up! keep writing x
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now that reads like a daft threat to someone!
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