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1 year ago
All I know
Why does it seem that I’m the only commuter in this packed train? Why does it feel like I’m greyed out among the colours?
Between the light and darkness during dawn and dusk, is just a fine line. Between right and wrong, is just a boundary we unknowingly cross.
For all I have, I held on none. For all I’ve not, I wish for none.
A dreary wish to find the joy, Within air I search and find. Abounds to many but unwanted, Only little I loved to see.
Hopeful, wishful, Hoping wishing. All effort spent, Gained nothing but pain.
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