Part 1
When the pain reaches to its extream
The the stage approaches where it seems
That the weather is autumn in you
And you smile , actually , a few
Now someones dead ; in you , yes you
The inner self just regrets to you
Wanna realize your wishes , how
Ones left with regrets and pain
All helpless , pity ,all in vain
In such cases
Times a healer people say
But it just make you used to the way
The life demands you to be
To bear this harsh life away.
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From My Diary
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