3 days, weeks , months, years - Days of our lives
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The days of our lives- Part 2 : Hope?

3 days, weeks , months, years - Days of our lives

There I was, awake at 3 am, the blankets in a pile around me.

There I was, awake at 3 am, the blankets in a pile around me. You know that annoying moment when it's both hot and cold at the same time?

I was concerned about myself at that point. Yesterday was 4 am and the day before that 3.30 am, I just couldn't sleep.

I was concerned about myself at that point. Yesterday was 4 am and the day before that 3.30 am, I just couldn't sleep. I knew what I was looking for- inspiration.

I was concerned about myself at that point. Yesterday was 4 am and the day before that 3.30 am, I just couldn't sleep. I knew what I was looking for- inspiration. Something. Anything.

And that's why I was scrolling through my saved pins on pinterest. Nothing seemed to interest my brain.

And that's why I was scrolling through my saved pins on pinterest. Nothing seemed to interest my brain. It's been like this for a while now :-

And that's why I was scrolling through my saved pins on pinterest. Nothing seemed to interest my brain. It's been like this for a while now :- ___________

Lines and lines of beautiful poetry, canvases of mesmerizing paintings.

Lines and lines of beautiful poetry, canvases of mesmerizing paintings. All of which were done by creative talented people out there, who's art couldn't seem to give life to that spark in my brain.

Lines and lines of beautiful poetry, canvases of mesmerizing paintings. All of which were done by creative talented people out there, who's art couldn't seem to give life to that spark in my brain. Had my brain given up subconciously?

I drop the phone on the bed with a sigh and look up at the ceiling.

I drop the phone on the bed with a sigh and look up at the ceiling. I loved that feeling when you're in a dark room and your eye adjusts, you blend in with the dark silence.

I drop the phone on the bed with a sigh and look up at the ceiling. I loved that feeling when you're in a dark room and your eye adjusts, you blend in with the dark silence. It was soothing.

I drop the phone on the bed with a sigh and look up at the ceiling. I loved that feeling when you're in a dark room and your eye adjusts, you blend in with the dark silence. It was soothing. But not today.

I drop the phone on the bed with a sigh and look up at the ceiling. I loved that feeling when you're in a dark room and your eye adjusts, you blend in with the dark silence. It was soothing. But not today. Because today the darkness meant thoughts.

I thought of the office meeting from three months ago.

I thought of the office meeting from three months ago. During these tough times, I'm sorry we have to let you all go. Our branch didn't meet the numbers. So cooperate is shutting us down. It's been an honour to work with all of you.

I thought of the office meeting from three months ago. During these tough times, I'm sorry we have to let you all go. Our branch didn't meet the numbers. So cooperate is shutting us down. It's been an honour to work with all of you. I remember tears and screams. But I found myself pitying my boss, as I watched his world crumble around him.

2 months ago I had to move into a smaller apartment, just a small room really. I couldn't afford my old apartment.

2 months ago I had to move into a smaller apartment, just a small room really. I couldn't afford my old apartment. Hunting for a new job day after day turned out to be a failure.

2 months ago I had to move into a smaller apartment, just a small room really. I couldn't afford my old apartment. Hunting for a new job day after day turned out to be a failure. Yesterday I lost electricity.

2 months ago I had to move into a smaller apartment, just a small room really. I couldn't afford my old apartment. Hunting for a new job day after day turned out to be a failure. Yesterday I lost electricity. The bills were somewhere on the coffee table.

Lock down starts tomorrow. I didn't shop for my weekly groceries yet.

Lock down starts tomorrow. I didn't shop for my weekly groceries yet. I don't know what to do.

Lock down starts tomorrow. I didn't shop for my weekly groceries yet. I don't know what to do. This, this is why I hated the darkness.

Lock down starts tomorrow. I didn't shop for my weekly groceries yet. I don't know what to do. This, this is why I hated the darkness. These dark thoughts.

Lock down starts tomorrow. I didn't shop for my weekly groceries yet. I don't know what to do. This, this is why I hated the darkness. These dark thoughts. It can be tiring after a while.

Which is why I was back on pinterest. I just couldn't not today.

Which is why I was back on pinterest. I just couldn't not today. Not the day when my mom had come to visit and I'd seen the disappointment on her face.

Which is why I was back on pinterest. I just couldn't not today. Not the day when my mom had come to visit and I'd seen the disappointment on her face. She did try to hide it. But I'd seen it.

Which is why I was back on pinterest. I just couldn't not today. Not the day when my mom had come to visit and I'd seen the disappointment on her face. She did try to hide it. But I'd seen it. Just not today.

Somewhere around 4 it finally happened. I found the piece I was looking for.

Somewhere around 4 it finally happened. I found the piece I was looking for. I remember that moment so well because I remember sitting up with wide eyes.

Somewhere around 4 it finally happened. I found the piece I was looking for. I remember that moment so well because I remember sitting up with wide eyes. It was a small piece of poetry written by a 16 year old from some part of the world.

Somewhere around 4 it finally happened. I found the piece I was looking for. I remember that moment so well because I remember sitting up with wide eyes. It was a small piece of poetry written by a 16 year old from some part of the world. It made me feel something I cannot explain.

But that second I wished I could thank the person a million times

But that second I wished I could thank the person a million times. For, my messiah had arrived.

But that second I wished I could thank the person a million times. For, my messiah had arrived. And so I wrote.

But that second I wished I could thank the person a million times. For, my messiah had arrived. And so I wrote. And wrote and wrote.

But that second I wished I could thank the person a million times. For, my messiah had arrived. And so I wrote. And wrote and wrote. I wrote until I could no more.

But that second I wished I could thank the person a million times. For, my messiah had arrived. And so I wrote. And wrote and wrote. I wrote until I could no more. I wrote until my wrists ached.

I finally looked down at the book.

I finally looked down at the book.At the lines crossed out, at the words replaced, at the story breathing on its skin.

I finally looked down at the book.At the lines crossed out, at the words replaced, at the story breathing on its skin. That night I felt happy.

I finally looked down at the book.At the lines crossed out, at the words replaced, at the story breathing on its skin. That night I felt happy. For the first time in three days,

I finally looked down at the book.At the lines crossed out, at the words replaced, at the story breathing on its skin. That night I felt happy. For the first time in three days, weeks,

I finally looked down at the book.At the lines crossed out, at the words replaced, at the story breathing on its skin. That night I felt happy. For the first time in three days, weeks, months,

I finally looked down at the book.At the lines crossed out, at the words replaced, at the story breathing on its skin. That night I felt happy. For the first time in three days, weeks, months, years

I finally looked down at the book.At the lines crossed out, at the words replaced, at the story breathing on its skin. That night I felt happy. For the first time in three days, weeks, months, years, I went to sleep with a smile on my face.

I finally looked down at the book.At the lines crossed out, at the words replaced, at the story breathing on its skin. That night I felt happy. For the first time in three days, weeks, months, years, I went to sleep with a smile on my face. Maybe there was hope after all.

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