Convincing the world doesn't change anything,
Convincing oneself does.

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Jumping from the top
is what I dream of
I hate to choose
But have nothing to lose
The future is what I've to see
The cup of life is not empty
It's brimming with dilemma
The smell of terror is filling in
I clench close my eyes
My ears full of the maniac din
I wish for the good 'change'
yet, always happens otherwise
making my life a miserable paradise.

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Death is but a sweet friend
I never did see it coming
I never did feel it either
It came like lightning
Sudden, and terrifying
Nothing could I do
But give in, with all consent
Strange is the feeling
When you ride with death
No one knows your identity
Everybody there supports equality
Or are forced to, in a way
I see my lamenters
And all their tears shedding
I was laughing it off hysterically,
'cause they would join me eventually.

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When life is at its best
You forget to see the rest
You don't feel their pain
That once was yours
The laments, the torments
Everything becomes oblivion
You carry on without looking back
Neither left nor right
Just heading up your track.

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Breaking me up,
the good old way
Wherever I go
Wherever I be
Shadow beings try to kill me
I kneel down to quit, and
they disappear in a blink
Rest of the day,
no more voices taunt me
no more shadows follow, though
only after dusk falls
They come again
And on me,
make all the horrors rain
I feel so heavy
I'm soaked in pain
Lying down
I wait for Sleep to arrive
'cause when he comes
I know it's one more day,
that I did survive.

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Emptiness encloses everyone,
Engulfing even enormous entities,
Eventually endangering existential essence.

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Live

Life

Spreading

Love

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I just need
Little sparks of joy
To let my heart beat
Creating a lovely rhythm
That resonates my happiness
And inculcates liveliness
In every place I'll ever be
In every soul that I ever meet
And aspire they all receive
A tiny portion of me
And hope they remember me
Although if they forget
I wish their inner light
Never descends, because
I live in them
And they, in me
And so, I'll always be merry
But for all that to happen
I just need
Little sparks of joy
To let my heart beat

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Long long ago
there was a man
With magic in his hand
His brush strokes perfect
His colors pure
His work unparalleled
But he had a pain in his heart
A dust speck in the eye
That he had no direction
His life was but a confusion
Failed miserably in every institution
One fine day, he was painting
In which he drew the sun rising
Like a diadem over the hills
The canvas seemed like a window
The man overwhelmed by the hue
That he created with intense care
Fresh like the morning dew
Felt joyous, as the cold wind blew
Impressed by what he drew
He left all his burden onto the wind
And his life ended beautifully in a blink.

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You and only you matter to me
Others reaching out to you 
Infuses me with inexplicable jealousy
Stop right there just for a moment
Keeping up with your pace barely
Life, along with you, is going so fast
Every juncture has become blurry
O but I'm happy indeed
Waiting for things your love will bequeath
Looks like passion did never plant any seed
Our castle was red and the ceiling high
Strong as it was, but what I did was lie
And at the end our love had to die
At least that's what I thought
Never realising  wrong were the things I sought
The blue sky, the gold light, made me perceive
That life is to give more than you receive.

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