Living dead .


Some days she couldn't really figure out what was wrong where. But she knew, that something was wrong somewhere .
She blamed herself for the wrong, she didn't know about ,but her inside kept hammering  she was wrong.
She didn't know whether she was living or just existing.
She felt guilty of everything her past gave her, like the irregular rains it showered upon her. She could do nothing apart from weeping till she shed that last tear drop.
She felt low didn't know whether to blame the climate , herself or others for what she was going through.
She canceled all her meets and made her loneliness her company.
Some days everything just floods back to remind her .
There are days in her life she feels like she is living dead.
Trust me it's not just her but everyone lives days of living dead. 

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