His Story,
A cram of
sentiments
exuding via
wordsmith!

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As being strong remains then the only option;
Self love becomes my only attraction.
Vulnerability exposed all my strengths; in all lengths.
When I am strong then nothing can be wrong.

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Who are we to decipher felicity?
Benignant within owns that all!

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Because, because--
This irking silence
Is a trifling squander;
Of the glorious moments,
That we ought
To be having together;
Yet, he chooses,
To stay distant--forever.

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A moment with
Your presence
Is just
a
'way'
I wish for.

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Who are we to decipher,
life teaches us all.

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Every moment depends on
the way we live,think
And
Express

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Downcasted by this,
he lifted his revolver cover belt ,
and shot himself dead.
Every crushed lumps in his hand desired
to write an elegy for him !!

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His typescript:
A scroll of melancholic reminiscences
exhibited unchronologically

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That sleek line between heart and love ,
I wana be there ,
That deep inside !

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