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Thanks for stopping by reader! June 17, 2015. I wonder what is really euphoric, living or dying. Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email.

My name is Cass, I am twentythree and the creator of Indisposed and Undiagnosed. This blog began simply as a journal for me to express myself as I ventured through my bad days, and my extremely bad days of illness. I invite you to follow me on my health journey. Seek advice from a practitioner! Liked by 1 person.

Who has locked her up ? Someone locked me in . he says its alright and takes her to the hall , she says.

Relations bright as the sun. Scenes spoke louder than Words . The times spent in Eachothers company. Crazy talks, senseless fights A single glance of a Photograph gushed in Memories mighty as waves. That seeped in once again. Crashing the walls that bade. My heart skipped a beat wasting no time I rushed to the hospital.

I write to live and i live to write! April 29, 2015. After long days of sweltering summer and pain. I see thee pour . Pour! Thou awaken the dreamy leaves. Giving moments of respite and relief. Birds fly back to their eyrie. After days long and weary. I see men jump and dance. Embracing the calm , a state of trance. Men are happy and so are birds. Life is happy and so is nature. Blessed is the Earth and all its creature. In an aura of thy mystique perfume. Wettens the Earth , gets soft like a plume.

My poems, essays, short stories, and other writings. On her pure snow lips. The girl from her,. When we hear the whispers of the heart. It all started when I was seven-.

I have nothing against you, except that I can never forgive you for making me let go of the one thing I loved the most.

I turned the pieces into planters. But, this little endeavor has brought me such joy and satisfaction.