spare me the dailies.
the random shouting, bringing back all that anger from the workplace.
i cried, finally.
suddenly, infront of all eyes.
nothing seemed to stir, change, bother.
im really happy it took at least a minute before it was even noticed.
and even then, nothing was asked.
idiots and fools, we shall all play our own silly little game.
where our rules shall all differ, unspoken.
i dont blame, but i know everyone has failed.
and i wont desire, not anymore.
i dont know where would i have been if not for the vivid images that keep me hanging.
people, people, and more people.
like the abandoned boys, harry, voldemort, and snape, who found solace and refuge in a place they called home.
i wondered, if i was drawing lines between my life and my favourite book.
when people mention hc spirit, what will they think.
i am baffled. by myself as much as you are.
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