Ending Tragedies...

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She is magic
For her eyes hold the stars and the sky
Yet somedays she finds herself
Drowning in the blackhole

The burden of secrets are too heavy to carry
As the darkness swallows her
She accepts her end is near
Yet she finds herself reaching out for a hand to hold
She feels the warmth on her skin
And holds onto it tight
But the tighter she holds, the more it slips away.

Was it all an illusion of her eyes?

Questions arise in her mind
Questions which also brings her realisation,
That she didn't want to disappear
She was just waiting to be found

All she needed was a little faith in herself

And no matter how many tragedies suffocate her
She'll always breathe in hope and find happiness
Around.

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