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It’s just

I know I am tired,

I know I tried,

I know I should give up,

I know I should keep my pride aside,

I know from the roof top to the road I should slide,

I know it all very well,

But it’s just that,

A tide is come in and going out,

Again, and again,

Dividing me in parts,

Which I myself bind,

And walk on a path that is making me heavy inside,

I can’t see a single person in my sight,

When I walk with my eyes glue on the bright light applied on the mountain’s top,

It’s just that,

I’ll try,

Again, and again.

March 29, 2022, 7:22 a.m. 0 Report Embed Follow story
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