Nemesis🍂🥀

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Nemesis 🍂 🥀 


One morning, upon awakening, you feel things are even more oppressive than usual. The urge to scream at the top of your lungs consumed you! You squeezed your eyes shut, as if willing yourself to cease existing... And yet, you found yourself still lying on the uncomfortable mattress, yearning for the world to come to a halt. Amidst a flurry of unsettling thoughts, you acknowledged that things were taking a turn for the worse once again...


After weeks of being consumed by a heavy workload, frequenting getting drunk by mugs of coffee, and often procrastinating... Yet, the attempts to escape did not go as smoothly as wished for. The consequences hit hard in the morning, as if someone slapped too hard in your right cheek... Did you notice a red mark on your cheek when you checked on the mirror? Or did your eyes reflect the fear of loneliness?    


Perhaps at that moment, you splashed yourself with icy water in an attempt to erase the memories like a cruel nightmare. As the cold water seeped into your skin, your heart returned to its usual rhythm. Taking a scorching hot shower, you emerge with a smile on your face, masking the bright red mark on your cheek, looking as radiant as honey. And once more, you managed to escape from your nemesis!


@_arushmita_

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