Haven't you to take a look of your life
And see who's stealing your knife?
It cannot be, for it is locked
But how come, it was lost, and now you cannot knock?
Your other self stole your other self
For you are full of confidence, now doubts should take a room
For you are full of achievements, everything should be doom
For you are blessed now, you should be exiting your comfort zone
No other existing man, loved you more than yourself
No seconds has been made, that the love for you would left
For as long as you breath, your company is you
And you are bound not only for love but betrayals too
You want the betterment for thyself
But only let you guides you like how truth is a gift
Do not trust something within you, but Someone so True
It's a sign, your pride has been too high, it needs to say goodbye
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One Hundred Fifty
RandomFifty, Fifty, Fifty A writing challenge for myself is to create fifty poems, fifty essays, and fifty one-shot stories, every single prekeng day to make it a hundred and fifty days of honing my skills and giving sparks to my interest. Here's the deal...
