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Sep 2018
I've lost
And I've found,
All those faces circling me around.
I've lied
And I've tried,
To hide my face beneath the ground.
They walked into my life
They've walked right out,
I told myself, "It's okay"
"What is lost, was lost before it was found."
I weep
And I sleep,
Only to dream a life better than my own.
I hide
And I died,
Too late, with regret
Those faces still circling me around.
As Anne Frank said, "Regret is stronger than gratitude" I believe it is true. We take people for granted and then we turn blind to their sufferings. Until it's too late to have them back and hold onto them.
Tribhu
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Tribhu  20/F
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