If I were to count a thousand days
And make a thousand wishes
Will the pain in my heart vanish?
Will it vanish in a blink of an eye
In a matter of split seconds
Like how the old me suddenly disappears
In the mid day of Tuesday
When I found out that I'm not cut out for success
And That I'm one of those so called losers
The old me
Will it come back
Can I make it come back
If I count a thousand days
And make a thousand wishes
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Colors of pain
PoetryPain is like happiness it's colorful and full of stories to tell
