One fine day, I found myself gazing at the ceiling fan rotating ferociously, as if to convey how I had remained behind in the race against time...
The alarm clock further added to my woes, expressing loudly how time was indeed running out.
The sun across the horizon smiled a warm yellow on my face...indicating his power, his force, his might...
The wind slapped me in my face I felt the pangs as it wrapped its hands across my torso and churned me inside out...
The flower nesting in the lawn freely danced in the air and obviously, it too expressed its emotions of gaiety...
I felt why it was only ME that remained behind in the pool of sadness...
I didnt possess the power of th
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