It's really amazing.
To have the power to weave words, twist them, and make people believe.
To discover the truth from an outsource, leaving you speechless for putting trust in those unworthy of such privilege.
To use, without mercy. To give partial, while recieving the whole sum in return.
To be able to endure, for years. Hoping against hope to be able to see light at the end of the gruelling tunnel.
To give away chances, gaining pain and despair in our keep.
To threaten without concordance, knowing full well it was the case all along.
To live in doubt, anxiety and regret, yet persevering nonetheless.
To finally discover what you already knew for a long time.
Its a beautiful miracle. A test from the Almighty. And it's mine.
Mum's shoulder is all wet.
Wallahu'alam.
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