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Sometimes... ok... lotsa times, I often get shivered with choices and decisions... I feel them totally twiddled like stress clods. Hush bush, certain things made it more difficult to untwine, like certain difficulties like an icing into a chocolate cake, devilish and vain.

I could not learn to consider myself as reasonable monster of fate. Should I be this or be that? OR be everything... Oh God! Please let me be everything I could. Certainty is to blame for the ranting hilter-sight of fire in me.