What are we without our struggles? 

Millions of opinions out there. 
True, that those noises 
have calmed down the voices within. 
But they are still breathing.
When the city sleeps,
They hover over. 
It's the fear of anything
Or everything. 
And what do you call it? 

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Sitting on a park bench, 
Guessing how it came to pass. 
Was it me? Again, 


Listening to the sound of your voice,
Seemed like I had it all. 
But did I? 

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You don't have to say it out loud.  

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Time heals everything, they say.
But does it? 
Is she insane if she chooses to live in her trauma?
What is peace to you?
Does your soul feel calm? 
So many things they tell her. 
You cannot walk alone always, 
Life is so hard, 
You need a shoulder. 
Live where you feel at home. 
Well, she feels at home when she is with herself. 
Humming in her own world, 
Dancing to her favourite rhythm,
Watching the sunsets, 
Counting the sunrises of every city she moves into,
She likes that rush. 

You, they, and everyone,
No, she is not weird.
She is just unique. 

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We were so similar and so different
both at the same time.

I just don't know
how to explain it any differently.

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And once he said,
Yah! but those memories
have abandoned the roof already.

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I did realise
The beginning of everything is difficult.
It feels dark and lonely at times
or probably all the time.
The suffering is a never-ending story.
But would it be alright, to not react?
Shall one sacrifice themselves just to feel loved?
And Can you still say love above all?
I know this doesn't feel like the best part now.
Maybe it could have been dealt with.

But, this time it was about me.

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That departure was cosmic.
But dear old mate,
Do I happen to cross your mind, ever?

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Honestly, I think she's doing fine now.
But remember the last train she hooped in,
from your city?

It was for 23hrs.
And she felt every second of it.
Three days earlier to that was when she last met you.

She didn't fight
She didn't cry
She didn't ask ' Why? '

When you dropped her back home
and took that U-turn,
She knew it was over already.
that night felt, cold and quiet like nothing before.

She walked away
from everything and everyone
that had you in it.
Days turned weeks,
Weeks turned months,
But I don't know if it broke her
or made her someone new.

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Have you ever found it,
Lost it,
And never got it back?

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I dreamt of you last night,
And it felt like, hope it's never over.
But l know this,
I don't wish of you to the universe anymore.

That dream was just too flawless to be real.
To be honest I don't even want it to be real anymore.
Let those last feelings of us be left as it is.
Unnoticed, unloved, and uncared.
Now and forever.

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