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I can’t carry my chest
It feels so heavy by the left
And it gives me butterflies
An awful reason to die…
The nights seems to be so long
Therewith the worries tag along
Do I pull rabbits from hats
During these dark struggling times…
At times I look up above
Are heavens enjoying the show
Sad, my efforts are barren
Seems like heaven is not caring.
Love finds a way like water The right recipe matters From a pot to make a dish Meant to sustain and nourish. Why is it…
To your actions, you are the Chief cook and bottle washer Say not, “they said you’re mad” To the throne, if not first hand Unpack…
Even as camera’s roll , I bother not when they troll For wonders last but nine days And soon they become dead clays But amongst…
I wish I could get to the end of the space Lean by its edge; seeing all, right on my face, Not just the stars…
Painful thought. Wish the answers if all who are seeking are found and are relieved from the trap of sorrow.
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Yeah
But most times not all make it through away from pain.
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sometimes, all you can do is feel. the pain, the tears, everything.
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And do?
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