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Cruel sympathies

He could topple,
Nerve taut.
Still the Swagger, he flaunted.
Proud underneath.
Thought he blended in.
But, a paradigm at its best,
It was.
To spare him the sympathy
Or pity was it?

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This is my response to the  Trifecta weekend prompt:  This weekend we are asking for exactly 33 words, 30 of your own and three of the following:  topple     paradigm     underneath     nerve     honey     loop.

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  1. Fine line between sympathy and pity. Either one fits here :)

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    1. Yes people, they have to sympathise ... That in itself is pitiful ! Thanks Janna for reading :)

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    1. Yes ... That was something that I realized rather accepted ... There is no blending in ! Thanks for reading Bjorn :)

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  3. Whoa, suggestions of inner turmoil. Nice.

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  4. All too easy to flaunt the swagger, but there's always a different truth beneath. Great stuff

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    1. Thanks Thomas ! It mostly is a hope that kinds of sparks inside you and makes you to believe you can be normal and feel well-adjusted ... But, reality is hell different ! It is better if we accept it as soon as possible ! :)

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  5. I like the swagger which is true of false confidence. Good job.

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  6. Love the combo of flaunting the swagger - really takes you places.

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    1. Yes, the rhetoric I thought would underscore the effect ... Thanks Kymm for reading :)

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  7. thoughtful, thought-provoking piece!

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  8. We all are a bit like this,isn't it?Full of a false swagger but nerves taut underneath,tottering,ready to topple!Excellent piece Shreya:-)

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    1. Yes, everybody is! Everybody has the urge to not stand-out owing to irregularity of sorts associated with them. Everybody needs to blend-in ... But that definitely is one tough job ! So glad you liked it Atreyee :)

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  9. I think we all pretend to some degree to be unafraid of...
    Great thoughts.

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    1. Yes, we do but we have this fake belief simmering in some nuke that no matter what our being different is not going to be a problem with blending in ... And that's where we are wrong. People don't have the ability to not "sympathise".
      Thanks for reading Barbara :)

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