Description
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Behind a perfect facade, or a trophy's shine or some perfect smiles lies that part of the story which is usually hidden. It is dark, damp and ugly but true to the bones.
It's that part of us which despises us for every moment we let go. And though the feeling is mutual, we still can't ignore it..for it is the part of us that dreams.
Dreams for a change, for the best our mind can imagine, to pull the taut till the point our skin burns but has that satisfaction.
Everyone has that point planned out, but one never reaches because it changes after every goal received.
Best can never have a planned out definition for it is the hunger that defines it.
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Poem
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A spark at first,
Destined to blaze a flame.
It brightened the heart,
But burnt the brain,
Let the sanity die in vain.
Who gives a damn
whether you rule the World,
If you prefer a pen,
But use a sword.
Darling, words once seeped in the brain,
Have no future in getting cured.
Oh! That pretty girl with a trophy,
A perfect prefect, everyone's wannabe,
Has an incandescent story,
Along with a thousand applause
by her side.
But I've got experience, lives
With the worst of reputation
Are the best inside.
Don't let your dreams
get pulled by gravity,
Life's full of mysteries,
Just think like Macavity.
You can't find your passions
Through a quest.
Just be yourself,
Cause everyone's got a different definition of best.
Everyone's just a pawn at first.
It just depends on the speed and strategy
Which one will reach the last rank,
And won't be like a mistaken screenshot,
In the universe's gallery.
Such a silly excuse,
Not exploring for the fear of getting lost,
But what if the unknown,
Though not exactly what you want,
But is made for you to discover.
A place where only you belong.
Don't let your speed,
Be slowed by any friction.
Fun can't possibly,
Have a case of conviction.
You can't find your passions
Through a quest.
Just be yourself,
Cause everyone's got a different definition of best.
It is in fact deadly,
Everything that matters to me.
I can't carry on with it,
Feeling like a paper plane,
Launched into outer space.
So, I'll just have to be at the finest of myself.
Cause everyone's got a different definition of best.
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KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
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