The story of the recurring pain.

All you did was to give a few prickly verbal words and the pain reacted once more. 

Pondering over the matter, being not attentive to papers infront of me and later causing sleepless moments. 

You never failed to enchant me with your love, care and concern but it always turns out another way eventually. 

I was, never a grown-up in your eyes. 

Truth it, I was already one since I was so much younger. 

Where girls were dressing up their barbie dolls, and embracing the fun with the other kids from next door, I was sitting in a corner of my room, thinking of a major decision to make if the worst was to happen. 

At that age, you challenged me to be more matured than what I should be. 

I never lament, never once. 

While the next-door kids only concentrate on studying, I have had more than a commitment, to study and to work. Tedious may it seemed, tiring as it is, I never once lamented. 

Days passed, troubles came. 

All of you went unreasonable and things turned out to be at its ugliest side. 

It's been a year and nothing seemed to heal, no improvements were seen. 

All of you got it over, leaving awkwardness for me and I can no longer find back the right position to do a simple visit. 

But I never once lament, did I? 

Things that were kept in the dark because you never once learnt to understand our inner feelings, opinions, thoughts and views. Instead of searching for possible reasons, we got reprimanded for only disclosing after all the happenings of the events. 

If accidents were to happen, they will happen. 

If death was meant to round the corner, nothing can be done to be avoided. 

Don't you understand? 

Everything is predestined. 

You don't have to worry, you don't have to try and persuade to back-off, because what will happen, will definitely happen. 

Brings back to 'Sometimes I Wonder'. 

Don't blame me because you were the one who resulted in me. 

If the clock could turn back, I would rather you choose to abandon me. 

At least, I will definitely be much happier than who I am today. 

You wouldn't know how much it hurts inside. 

You wouldn't be able to see how much grief I have, building up. 

- The Story Of The Recurring Pain - 

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