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Bi-Polar Disorder
I am writing, something after a long time. Had been suffering from Bi-polar disorder recently. The suffering had reached its extreme and I had run away from home since I started to feel that nobody was believing me and was treating me as a fake. Trust me, I am not a fake. My personality is really screwed up in many ways, that even I lose the track of my own identity.
Right now I truly wish that I had her since without her love my world has sunk even deeply into darkness.
While I was walking on the road, I had a great fall. My hand started bleeding and nobody cared to even pick me up. However, then I managed to find an auto-rickshaw and somehow managed to reach a safe place where I could see some light. Then, I called my parents and spent the night in their home. In the morning I came back since I decided to live, even though I have no hope left.
Felt, as if my world ended, nothing actually remained with me, I felt so.
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Rohit Sapra
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