Are we truly independent !


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In the late night and
The darkest time of my life
I couldn’t stop
From letting my mind
Wonder what happens once
I will die.
Maybe I’ll meet the old ones
From my family
That died before me;
Maybe I’ll have a family
After I’m dead;
Maybe I’ll meet my parents
Or my grandma or
even my lost best friends;
Does everything starts feeling better
Then..,!
I just wonder if
I’ll feel as depressed as I do feel
Now!
But all my thoughts halts
As I drop off to sleep
To dream afterlife
Happy or sad
Depending on my day’s routine!

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Life and 21st year

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Imagine a choice
Where either u leave
The way they like..
Or you end the life
The exact way you want to die...
What a piece of peace
It would probably be...
The red wrists... And those
Sliced veins dripping
Off fresh and warm blood...
A death, where your face will reflect a smile...
For you got die of your choice..
A smile of finally being able
To stay strong for those minute seconds
And cutting every slice of your
Unwanted a soul...
A death where the smile will reflect the pain
That your soul faced...
The pain that you faced everyday...
For feeling lonely, unwanted and vulnerable...
The death won't cause any blockage... Though...
Rather everything will flow just as it were supposed to...
The death will be meaningless for everyone...
That forced you to end it...
Yet it will be your only meaning...
Your ultimate aim and visionary
To let go...
And reform yourself...
Again to a new soul...
A stronger and a more rigid one....

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Sleep this night,
For the next sunshine will be bright;
And will make you smile..!

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Pretty little us, engrossed together
In a daze of happiness and love;
With hope that
The daze lasts forever..... ❤

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After a long search for that
Perfect someone, I realised
"perfection" is all but a myth....
Those little imperfections that
We possess
Helps build a "relation"
To a perfect one...!!

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There are two types of people
Those who exploit you for your skills
Those who exploit you emotionally

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Burning the dead

The body that was left
Cold... After the soul escaped...
The heart stopping
And those empty veins...
Suddenly everything felt
Heavy... The fire made it feel
Warmed and lively again...
The skin started burning
Layers after layers..
And it felt painfully normal...
The body felt nothing at all...
As the void was already well embedded...
Yet for those who
Saw the body burning
Felt the churning warmth of the heat
That dissolved the skin
In a slow poisonous manner..
The poison though in the fire;
Washed away the last remains
Of the discarded body...
The soul again set off,
Trying to find a new body to live,
The probable thousandth life
Of its miserable existence..

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