I have been playing the role of two different people in one body for more than five years. There is one persona who is a strong woman, who is happy the way Allah has kept her, who does not care about what people say and is living her life to the fullest. This woman does not mind being alone.
But there is this others side where the fear of what-if-the-right-guy-never-shows-up is growing intense with every passing day. Sometimes, I am afraid that I am losing the hope of fulfilling my dreams. The idea of dying alone is breaking me from deep inside
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