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Sound of heavy metal ringing in my ears...
Loud...Very loud...still not enough to smother my mind from thinking...thoughts that make me uneasy...depressed...

Judas Priest...ironic name...Worshipper of Judas...the caretaker of Judas...whatever...betrayal of the divine...the divine and pure half of my self...

Rains lashing outside...or is it over? Anyway its cold...switching off the fan has done no good...its hot now...stuffiness rather.

Heat seems to be seething from within...brain is going numb and active intermittently (Nah, I am not drunk!)

A shadow...a big shadow looms over my heart...gnawing me...pricking me...a bloodless torture...

Need more air...need my oxygen...where is it?

Switched the music to Enya...will it help?

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  1. Only time by Enya will suffocate further because it is hard to breathe when you are crying!

    You should've tried Kenny G!


    GBU
    Arti

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  2. try comfortably numbbbbbbb.....a song which can helpp in suchh peculiar mooodss

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  3. @Arti: Kenny G dumps me to sleep! :P
    Anyway that feeling has passed...actually by switching the fan off i cut of my airsupply! The window was also shut tight! :D

    @Praveen: Yeah! Floyd helps in those blues time...for me Clapton works too...but unfortunately both went away in my hard drive blowup! :-(

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  4. saramilla aaliya...ellathinum nammuku pariharam undakkam..

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