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Friday, April 11, 2008
Why do I cry?
Why do I yell?
Why do I feel irritated?
Why do I feel so much angst in me?
Why am I staring at the window panes?
Why am I feeling so silly?
Why am I sitting at a little corner, and cry like a little girl?

I'm not feeling okay. Neither will I be able to answer you why. I just know,

that I want to cry.