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Watching the sky..
feeling little high..

Sipping hot coffee..
made me ever so comfy..
droplets touched my cheek,
wiped it away,
back to my work again
No time to cry over for the same thing...
Move on with your life...
We all are secretly healing from something..
When people ask me , are you okay?
My mouth replies , yeah I'm fine.

BUT

My heart replies silently , "help me".
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