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Apr 2018
He looked for a joy,
Saw his life as a toy,
He cried for fun,
His happiness to come.

He used beautiful meds,
To clear his mind’s mess,
He craved for sweetness,
Killing his loneliness.

They come along, move on,
After all he stays with none,
Another sweet dream has done,
Maybe it’s just a good sign.

Close your heart's door,
Your true self is not a bore,
Loneliness is actually a help,
To be in harmony with yourself.
Written by
Galib  30/M
(30/M)   
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