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Jun 2020
this world seems to collapse,
running wild is the weather,
destruction, death and gregarious pest.
people say find hope and have faith,
but isnt the hope lost in doom to begin with?
how can there be happiness in such a downfall,
but do you think ending yourself is the right call?
asked many questions, i know you want answers too.
clinging to the mere faith left in humanity,
doing our work, staying in touch,
i say we wait for the ultimate sunshine, final bright light,
we live to fight another day, another night.
Written by
sanchit mehta  18/M/INDIA
(18/M/INDIA)   
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