There are strings,
I am holding them.
They are not ordinary,
They are indeed different.
Not in real life,
But in ourselves.
Other people can't see,
Only I can see.
The strings,
Are strings of life.
They are the reasons,
I want to live.
The number of strings,
Won't always stay the same.
They will increase,
And even decrease.
They increase,
As I grab hold of it.
They decrease,
If I let go of it.
If I am lucky,
They will appear.
but when I'm unlucky,
They will break.
I used to have many,
But now there is barely any.
Many of them break,
While some I let go.
It's hard to find,
The "one".
Those won't break,
I can't let go.
One by one,
The strings decrease.
I am losing the will,
To live on life.
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PoetryLet each word speak to you, Let each word explain to you. Some will understand, Some will not. I hope that you all will enjoy. I apologize if I had made any mistakes in my poems.
