tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19973655.post7547881074647986077..comments2023-04-05T17:44:16.120+05:45Comments on Gunshot: Night is the death we die eachdayRaghavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11336512262490130226noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19973655.post-64092565472842108312007-03-04T20:13:00.000+05:452007-03-04T20:13:00.000+05:45life ends when the sins of your heartcatch up with...<I>life ends when the sins of your heart<BR/>catch up with the inadequacies of your mind.</I><BR/><BR/>Every night, when I'm left to my thoughts, I ponder over what I did wrong and what I did right. Every night my inadequacies catch up with me. It's like a drug which slowly numbs my senses and eventually puts me to sleep. Killing me one night at a time.<BR/>Every night I am brutally killed.<BR/>And every morning I'm ressurrected.Shy Machetehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16993408939085344258noreply@blogger.com