I wish,
I could write again,
But syllables and words
refuse to rhyme,
And
All they can feel is pain

Coz the reader
who used to soak it,
Moved to a new terrain,
And now there is
noone to complain,
And the pain remains

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You grow through doing,
Not preparing forever

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Anything that feels home,
Be it,
Memories, person,
Or a place
Your safe zone

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In the midst of mental uproar,
Thoughts swayed by unkind wind,
A warm sip to
calm the mind,
You are alone,
To fight the
troubled waters,
That quiet warm hug,
Is all that matters

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Take ten steps back,
For a higher leap,
Being invisible is crucial,
For your visibility to increase

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Time taught me,
We don't need to react every time,
Observe,
Evaluate,
And set boundaries,
Not everyone thinks the same,
Not everyone feels the same

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Problems are like those
untamed, frizzy hair strands,
And Wind,
their soul sister,
Together,
They find ways to poke
You erratically,
Here and there

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If it's not happening,
Then it's always for a
good reason

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Sometimes we need to let opportunities go,

For new to come

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Money may be something,
But happiness is everything

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