River Flows In You
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Ongoing55m
Last published Fri, Feb 19, 2021
You are just too young to find the
Senses in your life
Looking for something else like the
Dream that you have
Filled your life with something
Else like teardrop in your eyes
Who does care what you are while
The river flows in you?
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I used to console myself that It's okay.. It has to be okay.. I was too young to understand adults behaviour. They were only noticing my elder brothers. Not me,not for a single moment..
I started learning piano when I was in elementary school. And music gave me peace and hope that never anyone ever tried to give me.. I'll be okay till the very last.. Maybe?
NOTE:- FIRST READ THE PREQUEL "ENDURANCE HAS GONE"
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