Absolute stillness... Just batting the eyelids and battling something, trying to find solace in the rhythm of a pounding heart, starts this note. Unwilling to go back to fondness, unable to move forward, staring at the brutal murderers and their lifeless souls, goes this night. With increasing rage on the plagiaristic intentions and actions, of how one's dreams have now become the reality of some other, and why no other will ever utter a word for this injustice, such absolute stillness... Absolute stillness...
How shameless is this noiseless behaviour, no wonder both come from the same house. A house bestowed with wisdom but not an ounce in either of them. Well, there is a third but only to mirror the two. Scouring on a dreamer's life, trying to score through plagiarism, it is not the time for utterances, not anymore.
Let those who shadowed cast their own shadows, let those who duplicate find their own to replicate, let these nuances result in the abeyance of customised plagiarism- a plague that is spreading among these worthless souls. Once a beautiful dream, now strangled by a leech, finding ways to preach- a way of life never to be near those who should always be far.
While the heart wishes, these corrupt minds will never stop. Every ounce of life sucked in by force, with one evil intention to suppress the rest and shine in the lights of plagiarism. Pathetic plagiarism indeed... -rPhoenix
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