Poem-2

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Yes I can't see blue!
Because everything around is so fucking grey. I can't face white because there's no light...
Things are messing up as they ever had.
There's neither cure nor repair.
I guess they say it right, the whole life is unfair.
It's like a game which I'm loosing each passing day.
And all I see is scattered rays.
When I try and touch them, they turn into pieces of glass.
I guess the concept of Midas touch has lost it's class.
Stories are the one who fuck up with our heads and bring on silly ideas.
But truth is not every Cinderella ends up with her Prince charming.. And not every twilight is eternal.
Got a simple solution.. Just keep moving..
Obstacles are just an illusion.... Set yourself free.
Feel your invisible wings..
Because you never know one might end up seeing red....

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