We meet with pain, we depart with pain.. And in the end,
what do we gain…
A heart full of fears, eyes filled with tears… dreams filled
with hope, somewhere at the end of the rope…
Waiting for a miracle, or wanting to be one... But at the
end of it all, you get to see none…
You cant stop thinking, wonder what went wrong… it plays
over and over again, like the chorus of a song…
A mind so vague, so full of thoughts… but then you wake up
again, waiting to get sought…
We try to make peace, collecting all the fallen pieces… Bit
by bit, destroying all those aspiring wishes…
Connecting with your inner self, a journey down the
spiritual road… Imagining what you have reaped, not what you sowed…
Thinking less, assuming more… chances of being right, are
one out of four…
Fiction & facts come together… when fiction becomes
fact, facts are no better…
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