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She's just touching the surface reaching no more than her own pain losing days trying to wash her tear stains the world's wishing her to rise above look in their eyes and see the truth to see what they try to allude there is no straight way, no easy route and everyone is the passenger of the same boat looking for the very same perfect coat But no one will get something which is not theirs fate has decided everyone's own roadmap there are some small steps, some big traps Wait for the check points, rather than all stones the game of the life, all to achieve and leave don't just halt at one step to grieve because she's just wasting her time.
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Nov 26, 2017
Nov 26, 2017 at 2:34 AM UTC
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She's just touching the surface reaching no more than her own pain losing days trying to wash her tear stains the world's wishing her to rise above look in their eyes and see the truth to see what they try to allude there is no straight way, no easy route and everyone is the passenger of the same boat looking for the very same perfect coat But no one will get something which is not theirs fate has decided everyone's own roadmap there are some small steps, some big traps Wait for the check points, rather than all stones the game of the life, all to achieve and leave don't just halt at one step to grieve because she's just wasting her time.
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Nov 26, 2017
Nov 26, 2017 at 2:34 AM UTC
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