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Feelings make my head spin, I know what to do but can't do it, Because it's too difficult to actually to do it. A situation of win-win, Never comes when everything I own is lost. Trying to keep myself sane but at what cost? I'm loosing my people one by one, Far far from this situation I want to run. I'm an escapist, I know that by now, But this situation I can escape, how? These tears now, they don't come easy But when I cry no air so breazy, Could dry these tears, Like your comforting presence couldn't dissipate my fears. I'm stuck in an ugly middle position, I don't even know what situation this is! Perhaps a spiral of downwards succession. Some of you may call it a sickness, Some think it's a facade, While the ones who are actually suffering know that these are the early signs of depression.

She was like poetry, Soft, subtle and charming, Yet strong, ambitious and free. Every layman could read her but only the poets understood, Her beauty, charisma and power. Written on a piece of paper, She knew no boundaries. Fire and desire, a sweet summer's verse, Handcrafted with delicate details. Seasons passed by, And clans passed by, But she remained concealed. Dejected and neglected, She kept herself hidden away. Until one dawn of winter, When his eyes fell upon her face, Heavy throbbing of young hearts, Beneath the moonlit sky. Few words were exchanged, Through mouth and million others through the eyes. At an instant he knew her worth and swayed her away. My poem, he called her and sang every afternoon, Pristine as the northern snows, Red as a southern rose, Pouring like heavy rain on a parched heart, You're a poet's breathing prose.

Close your eyes and tell me what do you see? Is it the pieces of your past or something you wish to be? Where do you see yourself in 10 years? Inside the arms of your lover or your mother's tears? Do you see the darkness spreading around like nostalgia? Is there a ray of light which curbs your darkness? Did you seize is the day today? Or do you cease to live everyday? Do these jovial, jocular faces make you gloom? Everyday is a misery as you await the doom. Have you ever felt like this is the end? In that situation, pick up your pieces and make amends.