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Feb 2018
Hopes die when your trust overdoses, strange.
From the little things I saw came admiration,
Like hot lava it slowly but with quantity it filled.
And rapidly did it started turning into stone unaware.

Exchange of words would be great joy,
Only until her decision was to lose interest.
Little by little I saw it coming collapsing down,
Yet I denied judgements and chose patience.

Sometimes everything looked so easer,
I never knew how they change so fast.
Dying to reach a place in her heart, rejection
Just one word to vanquish all you're.

The so called fortress of hope shattered,
A barren wasteland is what's left of it.
Confusing to understand why all the time
Leaves you unanswered intuitions.

Constant and stable is an unpredictable paradox.
Forget all and go on or stay and wait,
Stumbling upon choices when thoughts invade your mind,
Always the unpleasant but still confounding,
Fight the painful war thence you may reign once, at least!
Mohammed Nusky
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Mohammed Nusky  23/M/Srilanka
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