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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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