I'm contented.
with chipped corners, life has still been kind to me.
We're lifted by the simplest gesture
just as at a slightest thing, we fall
We all have a story to tell
so many stories to tell
So many loud thoughts
I'm almost deafening myself
I'm almost deafening myself
Every now and then, we're a changed person.
searching for the same
Now
How I wish to be away, far away for a while
because things can never be the same
yet you're trapped in the same reality.
I sigh, not of despair
but catching my breath for my hopes hold dear
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