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These days I've started expecting bad things for me. So that good things would be like surprise gifts.
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Nowadays.
When someone asks me what I'm going to do after 12th. (Now that they've passed me)-
Day after day,
Walking in a path unknown.
A lone traveller that I am,
There are no feet to relay on.
Traversing through
the woods of terror,
Dear self ; I pity you.
We all have somewhere to be,
concluding the steps travelled.
Ending a journey full of nostalgia,
How much we suffer,
just to vanish.
Dear self ; I pity you.-
We constantly look outward for inspiration, when interestingly enough the answers lie within.
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Life. Life sometime is just life.
Sometimes life happens.
Sometimes you actually live your life.
Sometimes you just breathe.
Somehow we are all alive, no matter what.
It's up to you to make it beautiful or not.
But sometimes it's okay if you don't.
You are life itself.-