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I look away,
there must be a way
this world engulfs me with it's misery
but aren't I the biggest mess?
I push myself forth
back and forth and again
I hold my hopes
sometimes I'm losing them
sometimes I refuse to believe in anything
I try my best
I really do
I feel like this world of misery is testing me
my patience drained
with hopes I once held onto
I never feel like I'm enough
How can I?
When can I
Will I ever?
No
No, I'm not enough
and that's alright
I'm alright
we all came in this world
full of misery
and I,
a mess,
must confess
I'm alright
I'll push myself forth
back and forth and again
I'll gather my lost hope
and go on stronger with my beliefs regained.
I'm not enough.
I know.
And I'm alright with it.
mirth is the mail of anguish
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1 | Manish_5 | 400 |
2 | Srivats_1811 | 287 |
3 | Infinite Optimism | 125 |
4 | AkankshaC | 93 |
5 | Udeeta Borpujari | 86 |
6 | Rahul_100 | 68 |
7 | Pourelprakriti | 59 |
8 | Anshika | 53 |
9 | Srividya Ivauri | 52 |
10 | WriteRightSan | 52 |
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1 | Udeeta Borpujari | 551 |
2 | Kimi writes | 508 |
3 | Srivats_1811 | 311 |
4 | Sarvodya Singh | 279 |
5 | Anshika | 262 |
6 | Rahul_100 | 242 |
7 | AkankshaC | 195 |
8 | Infinite Optimism | 179 |
9 | Rahul Gupte | 171 |
10 | shruthi.drose | 142 |
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