I thought of writing something but hands started shivering.
Sweat started to come out from the palm.
All the things I was holding started to slip out.
The wind blew the paper away, pen was lying on the floor looking at me saying to lift him.
But my body had no movement. I was just watching the paper fly and pen lie on the floor.
Words never found the medium to come-out.
It was like a feeling of Deja-vu had gripped me.
It was like I already had experienced what I was going through.
It was Like I already knew this day was to come.
My only mistake I was not prepared for it.
And will never be....
It will come back.... Making me to have Déjà vu Again....
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