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Clouds are getting heavy
They're in the verge of breaking
What amazed me was, that
Somehow i could relate it with me.

Sometimes its very hard to hold your tears
Sometimes its not just that situation hurting you,
But the wounded memories which
Were once you buried in grave-pit
Starts to arise making itself present,
With all those memories with it,
Will be mocking at your broken heart.

With lots of fighting with our own tears
Makes us more weak at some point
Were we'll be losing ourselves and
Give up on our own tears
Like the bursting of a bubble with gentle touch
We'll be breaking down, tears flowing uncontrollably.
Its the point that our heart can't hold any more.

Sometimes we just need a shoulder to cry on
Sometimes we just need few consoling words
Sometimes we just need a pillow
To drain our tears, to start a fresh tomorrow.

Sometimes nights are Scarry with its darkness
But stars gives us hope
By twinkling brightly in that darkness
It says that what ever is our surroundings
We should be Strong enough to shine brightly.

Sometimes crying your heart out
Makes some inner peace
Than holding your problems for so long
You shouldn't burden your heart for so long.

Try to find out happiness.

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Hey,
Assalamualaikum ❤

ʙᴇ ʜᴀᴩᴩy, ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀyᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪꜱ ɢᴏᴏᴅ, ʙᴜᴛ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ yᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ꜱɪᴅᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴇᴠᴇʀyᴛʜɪɴɢ.

Hope everyone can find happiness in your life💜

𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞❤