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May 2015
Sometime,Somewhere when i walk on the road
I realize the things.
Start Counting the time in inverse way.

I realize that My Opportunity never comes for me.
I waited till last ,but they don't .
My Happiness never comes for me ,
I waited till last ,but they don't .

My Inner Strength become fade.
I become a  lesser bright,
I choose the other way ,my demon call me.
provide me the fake happiness ,fake opportunity.

but when the time passes  away my inner demon become weaker,
I become a stronger enough .
Suddenly when My real happiness and Opportunity  opportunity comes to me .
then i become a weaker to accept all this.
fake vs real
vikas chauhan
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vikas chauhan  Solan
(Solan)   
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