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This is a poem about how a writer’s head swims in the middle of a book, for he is trying to keep us with his life and give birth to a million more too. Today is changingToo fast for meI can’t catch up With the train of life Unopened lettersUnsaid wordsUnused livesJust hover in front…
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We often seem to think that life is a ladder. We take our steps, rung after rung. Once we are halfway up, we believe we won’t ever fall down. With that we don’t listen to ourselves telling us to slow down, but try to keep up with life and run up. Our lives become monotony.…
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How can I trust you After all that has happened After all that you did to me After our jagged past Whose edges still scratch me Whose thorns still spike up Even though you said you’re sorry I could choose to believe you And I do believe you But I can’t depend on you anymore…
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Like it is said, there is an art in being imperfect. An art in being different, original. A mountain is not a mountain if it lacks jaggedness. A person is not human if he is flawless. Which is how life is not life if all paths are carved out. For life may begin with a…
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I was crying for loveCrying for peacePraying, for I had forgotten myselfAnd I was lost in life’s maze I never knew thatI wasn’t the only oneFor everyone cries for hatredAnd pleads for peace And everyone dreamsAnd everyone fallsAnd everyone is bruisedAnd everyone loses the battle I never knew nobody understoodEveryone just thoughtNobody knew the truthEveryone…
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Everyone has secrets. Everyone hides something. And everyone has their own reasons. Everyone judges and everyone is judged. And everyone is wary, for secrets must not be heard by just anyone. Trust cannot be handed over so recklessly. Unity cannot be achieved so easily. Most of us live by this. We fail to see everything…