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Lonely Planet

People aren't afraid of going through the horrors of hell. Indeed, an inherent, inexplicable streak of masochism makes them welcome pain as a depraved form of pleasure.

What scares people is that, after they've been through the fire, nobody will ask them how it was. That there'll be nobody to complain about hell. That nobody will hear their belated screams. That nobody will care that they're still alive. And that, eventually, it might want to make them leap into the flames again. Forever.

Comments

I love these lines.
yours?
Shubhodeep said…
Yes, mine.

Glad you liked them. See you again.
Anonymous said…
This is so true...what i like the most about what you write is that you use less words but they're so powerful and effective :)
Anonymous said…
i read this again today and suddenly I feel like they apply to me a lot more than I would have imagined. That is rather an eerie thought and yet I can't help it..
Anonymous said…
This is so relatable and true. Crazy good writing!

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