Sitting by the window
With a book in his hands
The boy with a fringe
Had so many plans
Behind his brown eyes
You could see
All the aspirations
And dreams that would be
But on the other side of the fence
Stood his arch enemies
Waiting to pull him down
Waiting for him to flee
Through all the downs
I hope he succeeds
Because I know that boy
Is far more to be
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I sincerely apologise for not updating all this while. A lot of things have been happening in my life and it's probably one of the worst times of my life. I don't mean to spread any negative vibes.
Writing has helped a little to keep me sane but I'm slowly slipping away. I'll update when I can, till then have a good day.
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PoetryThese are certain snippets of my thoughts that I'd like to share. Please handle them with care. Thank you
