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Feb 2018
I can do things
M o r eΒ Β thanΒ Β these,
But my will has been
Refusing these past few years.
R e d u n d a n c y is killing me.
I am just a form, finding its' substance.

All I know is
I need to be on the same cycle,
Same pacing and same struggles
Of the people around me. .
Or else I will lost the way they are tracing so graciously. .

My happiness resides on the smallest things, but the world is asking me
To be bigger than this. .

Keeping myself interested
In life
Is one of my priorities.
And now, I wonder

*What's next for me?
I hope the skies grant me a wish:
To start my own pace,
To motivate me.
Im tired of all the inconsistencies. .
Maybe something new would come my way
After I finish all this unending *******.

Latepost from Aug 2017
Eternal Threshold
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   Khaliyah Keedah
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