I tripped again, into the same guilt-trap where I wished the former was the end— but that was just a wish, a wish that will never be made true, a wish that is nothing but a symbol of hope, a wish for hope; that life is still worth living, a wish that this was not the end, a wish to survive living, a wish to not die, a wish to not cry, a wish because I was a coward who was afraid of leaving the life i stopped living many days back, a wish— to wish again...
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the Journey
PoetryQuoting the phases of persona's childhood; composed over the years in her distressed journey of emotions- compiled in this book of short poems. Welcome to 'the Journey'.
