The night talks to my soul.
Whispering the mantras I kept on repeating the entire day.
"If that person won't
Someone else will"
"If I fuckin' fail on something
I won't fuckin' stop on trying"
"Everything will get better"
And before I close my eyes tonight
I'll repeat those mantras until it becomes part of my dreams
My tomorrow
My hope
RAIN
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HER JOURNAL
Non-FictionIt includes real life situations and events. A glimpse of HER thoughts. Contains poems, quotes and prose. Welcome to HER world - a concoction of poetic sentiments and confessions drizzled with grayish clouds of chaos dusted with fragility and ardor.
