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Apr 15
Gazing the stars at night,
he recalls everything.
"I did so much only to see this sight.
What am I seeking? ", he asked himself.
"With all those hectic days and hopeless nights,
I've come this far . "
"What memories? They only gave me scar."
"Where it's leading me?", he asked himself .
For all my dreams,I gotta work hard
But in those hard works , where's the happy card...
Was it necessary for all the things to be done?
Living like this, was it fun???
Ik life isn't about having fun or not but
atleast we can do things that actually makes us happy.
rishita
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