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5:00 AM
While everyone one was moving on with their lives,I was stuck in an endless loop of pain, tears and solitude. When cities were asleep,I was awake keeping the moon company, I was too tired to go on.But I kept my eyes open afraid of sleep, While the world rose earlier than the sun,I was buried…
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8:00 PM
Oblivious of her own demons, she shuts the doors to her soul. Deep down, she thinks of that one act of compassion she just did. Hoping that saving a man from his own demons won her a sit in the happily ever after. Tomorrow everyone will define her using her shortcomings and place all kinds…
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If only we were patient enough to find out what lurks behind the curtain
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Don’t give up on me just yet
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Fatal Affair 2
So No,I was not sad,I was not utterly broken,I just dined with my demons for so long,Thinking we could coexist peacefully,But when did Angels and demons coexist?It is true,I was not an angel either,But I was aspiring to be one,That’s how this fatal relationship began!
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Fatal Affair 1
If one day I give in,If I sink to the darkest abyss,If I loose the battle against myself.Don’t reckon I was happy,Don’t wonder about the skeletons in my closet!Because I was happy,…Not always but I was,I just seduced the demons from my past,Danced with them and let my guard down,They mastered my weakness and used…
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O’clock
And somewhere in between today and tomorrow, Is a spectacular dawn.The beginning of something beautiful. But before then, there is dusk.The beginning of night, Preparation of what is to come.
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The Mind
A mind that changes like the four seasons. Unlike the seasons, it doesn’t follow a chronological order. Juggling between winter and summer,Once in a while,Autumn – a leaf after another,Falling to a bottomless pit,Hard to regrow.With each the last will to live.
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Questions
Have I become a master at veiling my feelings?Or am I protecting them from my own demons? What do you do when your mind is your worst enemy?When the Pain inflicted by your mind is worse than physical pain?
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2:00 AM
I still think of what we could have been.In the middle of the night, When cities are asleep, When markets have been closed,When the silence is deafening,I walk down the street, Reminiscing the past,Wondering why the pitch black night feels safer.With every stroke of cold wind on my face,I find peace.Is it the night?Or the…
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