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A Sentimental Idea

Ever wondered how Annie Frank felt when she was trying to hide herself from the Nazis or how the Russians felt when they were free from the Czar's rule ?
Feelings are what matters here. Such a small eight-letter word but is a blessing to some and a curse to others.
We all have sacks of unexpressed feelings in our hearts and souls. The world at times is so inexplicable and so are our feelings.
Hope is the most dangerous among all the feelings. It does almost the same work as pride; eats you up meticulously and never ever leaves you until death.
We are entangled in this mass of feelings, so many of them and every single day we try to shred off a bit of them to free ourselves but in return we keep on receiving more.
Well, according to me diaries aren't bad at all; at least they say the things we weren't ever able to.
Playing with someone's feelings is absolutely incorrect. Playing with their feelings even after realizing, is a sin.
Feelings are the windows of our hearts. If you open and express them, you are at peace. If you bury and keep them inside, they wreck your life.

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