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Jul 2021
As the day ends, I find myself looking
Looking for the things I've missed
Those missing pieces
The ones I feel will complete my story.
The one piece I found,
Made me genuinely smile.
Yes, it made me smile,
And the piece was my death.
Yes, my death.
Sudden and swift,
A relic from the past of what we call life.
Long forgotten will be my worries
The worries that haunt me,
That keep me up each night.
Soon my memories, my troubles
Of this not so cruel world will be gone,
Faded into a misty wind
Misty wind which erases all the hopes,
All the impossible possibilities with it.
Yes, I smiled when I figured the missing piece was death.
I was just sitting on the sofa, for a moment I closed my eyes and these feelings took over.
Gaurav Chaudhari
Written by
Gaurav Chaudhari  24/M/Mumbai
(24/M/Mumbai)   
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     Sarita Aditya Verma
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