My Life is beautiful, but it's complicated
I barely make it
I don't need to understand
There are miracles, miracles
Whats the point,
none to be shared with
chasing something without purpose
is that what i call the beauty of solitude
All these should come like heaven’s grant
May I am alone, alone like an old song
Old song with old melodies
And myself with old memories
Until the loneliness kicks back in
then i surrender to be silence

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