Thinking about tomorrow
Had always been one of my deepest fears.
Looking at the past,
Staring at stains,
That sins and wrong doings have left on
pure
whiteness
The past and the future,
Were always my greatest demons
hand in hand wiping away the present.
A past chasing me,
A future compelling me
, forcing me to be whom I am today.
A pessimistic.
A fool who's afraid of the smallest of things.
The 'what-ifs broke my present,
And the constant self-blame of the past crushed it afterwards.
A present that's nowhere to be seen,and the days dragging by are laced with fear.
Blind was the result
Truth to be said about such outcome
It was always
my very own fault.
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A Slice Of Reality
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