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I believe every bullet carries the name of its target. And, yes, I haven’t found

the one for me yet. I’ve dodged some, got hit by some, but I know when my

bullet comes for me.
We, humans, live and age within a blink of an eye, yet we’ve got our long

ever-growing set of problems overshadowing the sheer beauty of the

universe. With aspirations to become great, we run in this battlefield, getting

hardened as the clock ticks. Why couldn’t it just be a green playfield with
bright sunshine, colourful butterflies. “It’s just our perspective. We see the

things the way we want to”. Our mind is a cute little jester, isn’t it? The

uncertainty of life indeed spices the things up. Everything happens on the

spur of the moment.
For the first time in life, I really want to give it

all up. A life filled with betrayals, hatred, and

violence.“I could feel the darkness surrounding
me, engulfing me, down the spiral of madness.

Maybe, I’m living in the darkness. Or am I

Darkness itself?”, I wondered.

Each time a thought of turning back passes by,
I get dragged back into this, messier than before, with

no turning back. Guess, we’ve got to live with the choices we make. The

Present is nothing but a series of consequences of the past.

I’m here, leaning back on my chair, with the fleeting moments of my life
flashing before my eyes. With a troubled soul, aging body, nearing foes, I felt

it strongly than ever before. “It’s time to call quits.”

Suddenly, I heard a gunshot and a few people screaming. “I guess this one’s
for me”. I grasped the pistol in my holster.

As I turned back, he stood a few feet away, pointing his gun at my head.

“Ghosts of my past”, I chuckled.
BAM!

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