leaving is never easy...

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those little moments stuck in the back of my mind...
hopes, dreams... a future.
now I stuff them hurriedly in an ugly brown suitcase
randomly, painfully holding my breath with my eyes firmly shut-
smothering the tears.
mumbling the words.
blocking the nose- numbing all senses.
but the clock makes every second resonate in my ear,
i think of prayers and unanswered pleas begged in sheer desperation that made me the atheist i am now...
hopeless, dream-stripped... futureless.

I prayed to God and he told me to leave a message on his phone:

Naa est ma vie.
(^means: Naa is my life)