Dead End

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Sparkle even in the lawn
Humour a point of attention
Descending with elegant
Always ready to devour

Honey falling from his lips
Eyes of a promising future
Arms tied around my breast
Never knew this was all a dream
Until morning defeat night

A world full of flood and torment
Crack in the wall brought down a great fall but still standing
Making vows which were never
Made to be kept
Maybe am not worth living

Old story were made fresh
With the smell of rotten egg
Filling the air.
Plans were never made to travel this Path
After being lost at the middle

The reset button as just being pressed
With my lessons to push forward feeling right again pray fate Choose the right path

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