An Author Of My Own Fate

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Sobbing in the corner,
Blaming god for my ill fate.
Tore my heart into pieces,
Killed the love and brought in hate.

Crying over things,
Which I can't change.
Made me feel useless,
And I knew, it was a bit strange.

While sitting on my desk,
I wrote my feeling down under dim light.
Felt my heart melting,
the sea of tears,
Have been vanished through my eyes.

Craving feelings on pages,
Have never been easy.
But crying in the dark,
Made my identity go hazy.

It was a start of my journey,
A journey of hope and faith.
writing down my thoughts,
Made me an author of my fate.

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